When I lived in Boston and later in Brookline, I brought my children to play, walk, explore, run, exhaust themselves, and climb on the cork tree. We would go to the Chinese handkerchief tree and make up stories about it. We looked at all the Bonsai, and then we went to Allandale farms for a treat for dinner. It was, along with Jamaica Pond, Allandale farm, the Brandige estate with the horses, and the cemetery , lush nature in the midst of the city and much safer than Franklin Park. The kids got messy and dirty, but had wonderful times and slowly learned the names of trees and bushes. A couple of years ago, my teenage grandson was with me on a hot day when water started spraying out all over the top of the hill. he was so excited.That was a miraculous art installation and the best one of several by the same Japanese artist, I think.