Each time when I walked in that part of the Forest Hills Gardens, I told myself that I would come to paint it someday. I finally made it this afternoon. The location was Greenway Terrace near the Forest Hills Inn Towers. There was a row of old stone townhouses on the roadside, each having a small front yard with a short stone wall all the way down the sidewalk. The houses had various forms of doorways: some are covered by a small roofed vault; others simply have a wooden arch or trellis. Some families had the ivies lavishly grown over the door. In such humid weather as it was this afternoon, you would really feel blessed walking under the cover of the thick foliage of the hundred-year-old trees all the way to the Station Square.