Wanted to be in nature so a walk in
our village park fit the bill. Sights and sounds galore.
The clock rang the hour followed by carillon music.
Park benches near the water fountain beckoned.
My eyes and ears were filled with the awe of a child.
seeing and hearing for the first time. Look
at all the colors of flowers and trees!
Such beauty to behold! My soul swelled.
Weeks of staying home tend to limit the
viewpoint to nature in one’s garden. On this
day I longed for more and was not disappointed.
Dinosaurs! Creatures in books and movies.
How can that be in our village? Curiosity pulled
me across the street to a feast quite unexpected.
A rain garden. An art walk complete with words
to children’s books. But the piece de resistance
was yet to come! Behold xylophones, mallets,
music notes galore! Picking up the mallets, I played
the notes of a scale and then children’s songs burst
forth. A percussion instrument too! The
music notes in color and names were intended as
aids to play and sing songs: When the Saints
Go Marching In; Amazing Grace, Row, Row,
Row Your Boat and on they went. Not once
not twice but three times I had to play and listen
to the dulcet tones. How soothing and comforting
a walk in the village park and neighboring
library still closed. Who approached wearing
a mask? A woman who worked in the library.
Weekly changes are made on Mondays to
the pages from children’s books. Wonder of
wonders! Today it was my own private park!
The pace of life has slowed now. Passing
cars missed the hidden beauty. Let that be our secret!
My heart is happy. My soul is full. Note to
self: return here again and often!