A Friday Morning at the Deaf School Park

This morning we drove downtown to visit the topiary interpretation of George Seurat’s famous painting A Sunday Afternoon on the Isle of La Grande Jatte.
And to see the ducks and the koi and the squirrels, to climb on park benches and dance on stone picnic tables, to roll in wet grass and scramble through carefully manicured flowers.
We followed brick pathways and shuffled through crisp leaves, explored the pond bank and searched for bugs.
And with sun on our shoulders and dirt on our knees, we whispered quiet secrets to the morning wind. 
Well, one of us did it quietly...


Poppy John said...

"Topiary interpretation of a famous painting"? WTH? Jenni Baby, when you were little and lived in West Virginia, is that what we called a corn maze?


Andy My Boy...medical question; do "mystery" cracked ribs heal any faster than regular ones?

Debi said...

Looks like a fun outing!