Every now and again I like to stop by the old park and have a look around. Sometimes the memories are nice and make me happy. And sometimes the memories are sweet, but make me terribly sad.
|Violets in the forest loam.|
|Redbuds bursting out.|
|A little stray azalea just getting ready to unfurl.|
The main lake at Reedy Creek where we would take Andy when he was a little boy.
|The big field where Carole, and Andy, and I would lay out a blanket and have a picnic in the grass on a nice day like this one. Sometimes there would be people flying kites, or dogs playing, and other families with their kids, too.|
|Telephoto shot from across the lake. Carole and I would always stop to rest at that bench on our two or three-mile hike through the park. It was (and still is, I suppose) a great place to rest and listen to the wind.|
|Spring is here. Life goes on.|
Where my tiny family and I spent many and many a day.