A walk in the park
We’re getting up earlier around this household because the little prince gets up an hour and a half earlier and that means, no rest for the weary. So I was traipsing through the park while it was still dark this morning – do you know that City Park in New Orleans is the fifth largest park in the U.S. and one of the safest? – and I was looking around at all the moss and branches that Tropical Storm Lee left scattered around and trying to figure out why the lagoons seemed to have been drained dry when Lee had brought so much rain. It was a subtle reminder of how far City Park has come since the Federal Flood of 2005 when the park was a wreck and how right before Lee it was almost pristine, well as pristine as a natural environment might be.
I saw ducks gathering for a conference over where the playground meets the lagoon, and I saw an egret sitting on the same branch with a cormorant, black and white feathers all preened and pretty. I saw a heron chuking across the grass headed to the tennis courts. And I saw butterflies and squirrels a plenty.
If every morning of a person’s life could begin with a walk in the park, it would make the world a better place. It’s a microcosm of life – change is constantly occurring but beauty is always there to behold.