Years had passed since I'd made it to a warm weather BBQ at my brother's suburban home. The last few visits had been to his beach house south of Boston, so I was unaware of the recent state of the neighborhood, my old home area.
He'd bought an end of a dead-end street house, quieter n more isolated than most there, with one side abutting the Charles River which is flanked with some woods.
When I was a young Girl Scout we used to walk the river paths picking up garbage as a project when the river had become so poluted it was considered a hazard. So much has been done in the past 4 decades to clean up the river. Now it's a delightful blue instead of brown water, less trash about, n more fish n wildlife.
They've added a boardwalk trail along the Charles river for walking n cycling from Metro West all the way into Boston, with just a few gaps in the trail.
Now, there is a constant stream of strangers walking past my brothers' once private back yard! It was a strange feeling to see the parade streaming by all thru the Mom's Day BBQ. The weather was beautiful n so there were alot of folks out.
The Little Ones wanted to see what the attraction was, So after eating some of us took a walk. My brother gave us a bag of old bread n sent us out to the left to seek a bridge. It wasn't too far down, crossing over into the next town, in which I used to have an after school job.
The tough part about the trail was to get the Little Ones to give right of way to the numerous bicycles n several runners. they gravitaed to walk abreast in a group n block the way.
The Little Ones had fun feeding some ducks n hanging out on the bridge, where all the adults were clicking away. Of course I'm the only one taking shots without folks in them... Actually it was a bit too busy with strangers for me, but none the less a nice place to hang out near the big city.
I'm glad I don't have my brother's suddenly public yard tho! I think my response would be to put up a cedar tree boundary or stockade fence to avoid being seen by so many strangers. It would make me too nervous to hang out in the yard!
If something similar happened to your yard, what would your response be?