Before I was a mom, I used to come here and leisurely stroll the gardens, be amazed at the texts, and lounge around in the Japanese garden looking at the Koi. Now, I rush with my 3 year old, barely looking at anything, hoping there won’t be a huge line at the children’s garden, and hoping he’ll hit the sand before the fountains and not the other way around (rarely the case). We will generally drag both of our tired bodies out hours later, both of us having gotten too much sun, one of us lucky enough to be able to sleep on the way home. Either way, the Huntington manages to delight, whether you’re three and in the sand, or significantly older and , I say wistfully, in the air conditioning of the library.
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