Quite the lovely day in the Park today. Warm enough to sit quietly, cool enough not to sweat even climbing the hill.
The blossom trees are just about starting to bloom, and the dandelions are painting the lawn. Beautiful.
The extraordinary canopy of copper and gold and light brown leaves that has been such a feature of the Park for the last few weeks has entirely tumbled to the ground. For a day or so it was impossible to find the path under the deep shag of the fallen leaves. But then the Parks folks came and efficiently swept them all up into piles.
Today, there are just the final hangers on, delaying that final drop for as long as they can.
Previous Salsbury Park ruminations.
Usually when I write about Salsbury Park, it is because something happened there. But today was just a day to enjoy the quietness of it all.
We have been given today a wonderfully warm and sunny day. Stretched out as we are between two massive rain systems, one just past and another to arrive tomorrow, we deserve this day of rest and warmth. And that was what I was celebrating today — no rooks or squirrels, or dogs or slack-liners — just a peaceful quiet noontime in the dappled light beneath the trees of my favourite park.
Hard to complain.
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Previous Salsbury Park contemplations.
I went out this afternoon, in the heat of the sun, to buy groceries. I didn’t buy a lot of things; but it was enough to cause me to sit for a while in Salsbury Park, to catch my breath on my way home. It was three o’clock on a Saturday afternoon.
I chose the bench at the north east side of the Park, as I usually do, to catch the several cross-wind breezes that seem to like caressing that spot. The bench is also in the shade of several fine trees. I sat with no expectations. There were no other people in the Park. No dogs. No squirrels. No rooks nor eagles.
After a short while, as I relaxed my legs, I recognized that I was sitting in an unexpected silence. If I tried, I could just make out the steady hum of the city a few blocks away, but it was easy to ignore. There was no other sound, near or far. For a minute or two anyway.
That was lovely.
I was heading out this evening to go to the Grandview Heritage Group meeting. As I walked into Salbsury Park I was both surprised and pleased to find about three dozen ukulele players practising there.
So I sat and listened for a while and it was a joyous experience. My little park continues to amaze me every day.
I usually write about activities I see in my favourite little park, but today there was a mystery.
When I crossed the park this afternoon, there was — unusually — no-one else there; no kids, no adults, no dogs. However, two of the four benches had large numbers of stuffed toys sitting on them.
I have no idea why they were there. I hope that some benefactor simply left them for kids to find and play with. It will be interesting to see if they are still there in the morning when I pass through.