Day and night at Coxhall Gardens

When our scrapbooking Meemaw came to visit a few weeks ago, she brought with her a fancy memory book for the boys with pictures of some of the great times we all had playing around at Coxhall Gardens, a park in their town that shows off just how much their chi-chi neighbors pay in property taxes.

In this park, which is so large and luxurious that it boasts not one but two clock-tower carillons, we usually visit this little village of sorts that is just for kids. It has small buildings erected by local builders; a maze made out of willows; herb and flower gardens; tall hills into which concrete tunnels are built; a drinking fountain where the extra water runs down a rocky hill. Entertwined amongst it all is a "river" made of sand.

While we were in Indianapolis, Poppop took off Thursday and Friday to play with us. Thursday morning Isaac voiced a desire to visit Sand River Park. And we did.







Naturally, Meemaw felt cheated and wanted to get her Coxhall on, too. She brought up going the night before we left, and everyone agreed it was the perfect chance to stretch our legs before the journey. This time we skipped the sand river and went to a part of this ginormous and beautiful place we had never been before.







Thanks for the memories, City of Carmel.