My fourth day off of work in a row - a 4 day weekend. If every week were 4 days off followed by 3 days of work followed by ... how lovely it would be.
Ella and I made it to the park for the fourth day in a row, this morning we arrived early, around 5:50, sun just up and over the horizon. A line of Canada geese were walking from the small pond, crossing the pavement of the drive that winds through the park and onto the grassy lawn. One neat, straight line of geese. The geese already on the lawn were grazing there, while their compatriots plodded along, webbed foot by webbed foot - reminding me of being 8 or 10 years old and trying to walk with flippers on my feet. When I saw the geese, I parked a little further away that I would otherwise have done and we went to the path we take by a slightly circuitous route so as not to disturb them. At the larger side of the pond, male Mallards rested in the grass. I think all the females are on their nests, hidden in the brush nearby. The heron was back, standing in the water at the edge of the small side of the pond. Long, grey-green. Birds everywhere calling, singing, flitting, swooping, chasing. Today the air was dryer, the hot humid mornings seem to be put behind us for now, over head the pale cloudless sky portended the hot day it is now turning into, but at that hour still cool and breezy.
A good start to day 4 of my 4 day weekend.
Peace.
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