Ahem. My little park. My little park seems cold now. The summer night barbecues right beneath my window I can do without (stinks) but other than that it's a joy to follow the goings-on. I so love to observe the body language of the dogs being walked, saying hello to each other and playing... At one time one dog was hump- ...fairing l'amour to another and one of the owners threw a ball to distract him - and off the suitor went, chasing the ball! Imagine that, being cut out by a rubber ball. That's amore.
One morning I was awakened by a soft continuous clunking sound and I looked out to see a group of jugglers rehearsing...! (With those things that look like bowling pins.) Couple of times I've seen people doing tai chi,
Jude, and sometimes the first thing I see as I pull the curtains aside is a *********,
Vinny, presiding on a lamppost right outside and staring in at me - makes me think of you, ha ha!
Last summer on a very hot day I saw an elderly couple sitting on one of the benches. Suddenly the woman opens up her handbag and produces a dish cloth of
the spongier variety which she then proceeds to press against the forehead of her ole man. I thought that was incredibly funny - and incredibly sweet.
Another time I awoke at four in the morning in the fair summer night by the deafening sound of a dying dragon, so I thought: It was a low-flying hot air balloon. We have plenty of them, but not at that hour and generally not in my park...!
And then there's always the soft murmur of the winos on the benches of course, and there's the tiniest playground where the sandpit soon will be covered with snow. Come spring all my many gardeners will surface once more, wearing the city overall, granted, but really they're mine. THE END