I saw some of these in
our back yard (aka the mud bog from hell) last week and thought surely I must be imagining it. Plants growing, in Portland, in January? Impossible! But when I was walking past the hospital, I saw these little guys. Amidst the dead leaves and ubiquitous cedar chips, brave little green heads are poking out. As I returned home, I looked for more—they’re all over! I can’t wait to see what they become.
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As my treat fo
r visiting the doctor (and because my physical therapist said it was good for my brainmeats), I stop by the swings in a park across from the hospital. Every week or so, I hop into a swing and drift back and forth for a few minutes. Rain or shine.
The park has been mostly empty, but today a child and mom joined me. I was sad to hear that in the summer, my park will not be mine anymore. The gangs, gamblers, and drug dealers will rule the grassy area that comprises more than 2/3 of the park. Last summer a person was stabbed there. I guess I’ll be looking for another set of swings. Perhaps a longer walk on the west side of the river is in order…
That is sad.
Swings seem to represent fun and play and lightness, not danger and fear.
There are buds on the trees here. It is very exciting!
It is sad that the swings are in a danger zone. Our neighborhood is still a little rough around the edges, though. I hear Overlook Park is better.
It’s so wonderful to be in a town where spring actually does…ahem…spring!