I sometimes walk through a late housing tract. Large, comfortable-looking houses on winding streets, a few of them cul-de-sacs, each with a shelf beside the front door, for potted plants, tchotchkes, or package delivery as you choose, and with large front lawns (mostly; a few have become gardens) and probably not much open space in back, especially these days when people have extended their houses and in some cases built accessory dwellings. There's a tradition on these streets of cute lawn ornaments. Like this froggy birdbath.

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