Wow. A cute little neighborhood park with no one in it.
Yesterday the little dudes and I had a lunch picnic at Mills Park, which is right by my parents' house in Carson. Overall, Carson is a very diverse city, but the Del Amo neighborhood is a stronghold of the demographic that some call the Black Bourgeoisie.
The park is right in the middle of a residential tract. It's pretty and well-kept, and it was completely empty when we arrived. BT announced, "I can hear my echo!" He ran up and down the grassy hills, listening to the reverberations of his voice and his clapping hands. In the lower-income area where we live, we have never been able to hear echoes at our local parks. Lynwood and South Gate Parks are always filled with the sounds of other people whenever we visit. Not only was there no one at Mills Park, the surrounding residential streets also seemed desolate. There wasn't a soul to be seen except for a couple of guys mowing lawns (I doubt that either of them were the actual owners of the lawns they were mowing).
I'm often struck by this irony in affluent neighborhoods. Picture-perfect houses with no one in them. In my neighborhood, the houses are older and the lawns get weedy, but they are inhabited. In Lynwood, it appears that many more homes have mothers who don't work full-time, and/or have extended families living in one house together, so there are people at home while other people are working. I'm grateful to inhabit one of those "lived-in" (both in appearance and in fact) homes.
Anyway, the picnic was fun. BT seems to share my love for plants. He correctly identified clover flowers, after having been told their name only once in the past! He picked clover, dandelion, and wood sorrel flowers for me, and he and JG played in the sand. After over an hour, some young adult men came to the park to play basketball. They appeared to be on their lunch hour from work. So at least the park wasn't completely uninhabited when we left.