Bowring Park

In the spirit of “revisit childhood” and also “pretend we live here”, I took the girl to the park today. That’s it. It’s a big park, though. 

It was cool and sunny, and she played like a little kid for hours, stuffing my purse with pretty autumn leaves and climbing all the playground equipment that has been banned in the US, making friends with a little girl from Scotland. There are still a million ducks in the ponds, and they swarmed anyone who stood too close to the water, hoping for treats. We walked through the woods along the river, and Zenny found a circle of fairy houses hidden in a grotto. 

It was pretty perfect.

Duck yoga

When the shadows started getting long, we went home and had tea to warm up. The characters on our Korean rom-com finally kissed, and Zenny was skipping and happy when we went down to the as-seen-on-food-network Italian restaurant for (really nice and affordable) homemade pasta.

The best kind of easy, simple day. I had a moment of delight when we saw a squirrel, and a moment of joy when a thousand pigeons flew in a huge circle overhead and then dove down to fly past so close that their wings blew my hair. I feel really happy.