pine grove

We went back to the park - it looks very different this time of year.

Cass decided the benches were good for standing on (at one point he had Rosey 'surfing' on one with him)but I think he was a little overwhelmed at how still everything was, now that the leaves are gone. This did not seem like the park he remembered.



The whole park is littered with giant boulders - some with plants and trees growing out of them. The pines damp down the sounds, and it feels like you're miles from everywhere, not within an easy walk to the highway and the town.



Even in the fall, though, the park has secrets - we found a vivid patch of holly growing off a side trail, a gaggle of ducks pestering for bread, and watched a raccoon slink down to the river.


I can't wait to see it in winter.