A walk back in time



I walked around the pond in the park where I spent hours, days, months – a good part of my life – with my kids when they were young.

The memories of time spent feeding the ducks, watching them play, make new friends, fall and get up again, nearly knocked the wind from me. Now they’re grown, no longer follow ducks but still play and work and make new friends.

But it’s happening all over again. Its the same but different. Young parents walked their children around the pond but aren’t allowed to feed the ducks. Swans had new baby swans. It was much lusher than i remembered and the irises were in bloom. And the coyotes stood watch?

Apparently suburban ducks and geese don’t like getting their feet wet and a temporary bridge helps them cross over to their nests.20120516-233007.jpg