After work on this dark, misty afternoon I followed a sign to a nearby park knowing I needed to get in some nature, walking, and photo time before I could watch Dad eat jello with his fingers and soup with a fork. Prairie Creek Park was lovely.
Indeed I felt knee-dead, and knee-deep in the muck of preschool world. I needed my sewing sore shoulders kneaded, but that wasn't likely to happen.
The park is a jewel. Now that I've found it, I'll return often.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder