When I was a kid my Grandmother would take us to The Fantastic Umbrella Factory in Charleston, R.I. Hands down this was one of the things I looked forward to in the summer. It def. counts as one of my childhood landscapes.
It’s was a warren of little stores and walkways and plants and goats and chickens. I would buy candy (made somehow special just by being there. I think I remember buying strings of Zots and Necco wafers with only the brown ones) and I could spend my money on little chotchkies. Later on I went there as a teenager and bought vintage jewelry and clothes.
I went in 2012 with a new appreciation of the gardens and nursery.
