What a beautiful day for a walk. The sun is shining but the heat is in the happy bearable range. The wind is brushing skin but not trying to take out weak trees (that was a couple of days ago, what a windstorm!). It was time for another walk through childhood memories.
Williams Park was a huge favourite growing up. Sure, it had big, wide open spaces, but far more importantly, it had (and has) a creek that is the perfect wading depth for children.
Or adults for that matter.
Yes, I took that picture while standing in the middle of the creek and I can honestly say that the water was wonderfully cool.
I wandered up through the hilly parts and found trees:
And of course trees have leaves:
And some of the leaves were in front of other leaves:
And then there were the different looking leaves (wild rhododendrum?):
Then it was back down to the many trails along the side of the creek and into the bushes. A little too into the bushes in some cases, but that’s okay.
Lucky for me, I got the chance to embrace my love of water AND my love of roots. Life is good.
Now if you flip the perspective of water then roots to roots then water, you get something more like this:
I also found some lovely big mushrooms growing on stumps:
And baby mushrooms inside of a stump:
I even found some lovely spiderwebs, such as this one:
Alas, it was time to leave, a final walk back up the path to the car I went:
This park is such a beautiful place, I really must remember to go back more often. Funny how when we return to things and places and people we enjoy, that we’ve spent too long away from, that we have that experience of ‘I really should do this/see them/go here more often’. Why don’t we?
Why don’t we fill our lives with things we enjoy this much?
Is it because when we do do things we enjoy all the time that the specialness drifts away as familiarity grows?
Or are we so lost in the day to day practical that we forget to embrace the day to day joys?
I really hope it’s the first.