The Tulips at St. James Park have run their course, the bulbs dug up and stored away until planting this fall.
Right now it is just dirt, but I can feel potential.
In the coming days, gardeners will fill the plant beds with a fresh crop of flowers to see us through the summer. I am anticipating beautiful things.
Over the past couple of years, St. James Park has become a regular part of my landscape. It began during the COVID lockdown when I found myself passing through the park on my daily walks around downtown Toronto. It was more than a habit.
The park became an oasis in my day; comfort within the concrete of the city. The shade of the magnificent trees always gave me a reason to stop.
Sometimes I would sketch the flowers and trees, write a poem when the muse called out, or simply spend time with my journal or my camera.
Some days I would just sit, as I did yesterday and the day before. Some days you only have to listen or look around.
Yesterday, I noticed the water has been turned on in the bird bath after a two-year absence. It’s not quite a fountain but I know I’ll find myself, at some point, wasting time with my camera and capturing birds as they refresh themselves in the heat of the day.
I look forward to it; time well-wasted is good for the soul. It’s always nice to have a place where there is the potential to do just that.
06/02/2023 j.g.l.
One reply on “Sense And Scentuality”
Love this, exquisite!✨