Midweek Coffee Time.

Good morning everyone on this last day of July.  A perfect time for coffee and a chat.  Maybe even pet the cat.  I couldn’t resist the poetic influence.  Actually it’s always a good time for coffee and chatting with friends.  But if you are going through some hard times then it’s an especially good idea.  That’s one way that friends can really be a help to each other.  So if you know someone that’s having some problems right now, why not take them out for coffee, or invite them over, and talk.  Even if you don’t know what to say, just listening can be a big help to someone.IMG_3895

Today I thought we would go check out a different kind of park.  An fitness park.  I didn’t even know we had such a thing until this year.  But here it is.  And it’s right next to the park we visited last time.  So we are back at Rabbit Lake again to enjoy the beauty of this park on this bright, sunny morning.

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The exercise area, something for everyone here.

There is an area of different exercise machines to enjoy if you like to exercise during your coffee time.  There is also a number of canoes available for anyone wishing to go out on the lake after our coffee.  Nice day to be on the lake, not much wind, the sky is just such a bright blue today.  There is only one picnic table in this area but I brought enough chairs for everyone.  Or if you prefer, just spread a blanket on the ground and sit with your coffee.  I actually like that better myself, but everyone is different.  Fortunately it’s a bit warmer this morning, not like the last couple mornings.IMG_3893

There’s a couple crows looking for their breakfast, with 3 young ones chasing after them wanting to be fed.  However the parents seem to be ignoring them, after all they are old enough to find their own food now.  A white-throated sparrow is singing happily somewhere in the trees over there.  And there is a red-winged blackbird down by the lake.  And listen to that one.  Such a loud, though simple song.  That’s a tiny bird called an oven bird.  Not sure why they chose that name for this little bird.  It’s easy to hear, but almost impossible to see it, they are a very shy bird.

And look over here, a beautiful blue damselfly.  They are sort of like a dragonfly but smaller and slim and they fold their wings back against their body while resting.  Dragonflies keep their wings spread out.  I like these little critters, dragonflies too.  Dragonflies can really make a difference in getting rid of nasty insects like mosquitoes and flies.  So they are nice to have around.  And I see there is some mosquitoes around this morning.  Fortunately not very many so they won’t be a problem.

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A nice blue damselfly.

 Did you hear that?  Listen.  There it is again.  So loud and long and a very colorful song from this very tiny bird called a winter wren.  I’m not sure why it’s called a winter wren when it’s only here in the summer.  Very odd.  But for a tiny bird it has a loud song that can be heard for a long distance.  And it is so long, sometimes it sounds like he will keep on going and not stop.  And it’s another of those shy birds that is next to impossible to see without putting some time and effort into locating it.IMG_3891

This really is a lovely park, or maybe I should say, 2 parks.  There is a good combination of sunny and shady areas so everyone has something they like.  Personally I like the sunny areas.  But that’s just me.  This is also the home of our local rowing club.  But I will talk about that more another time.IMG_3888

Time always goes by so fast on these coffee mornings but I know everyone has things to do. I am so glad you could join us here today, it really is a beautiful morning even if it is a little cooler than what you might be used to having.  Until next time, I hope you have a wonderful week and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.

 

My Day…A Poem.

This is something from a while back, not recently.

MY DAY

You won’t believe this I know,

It’s the way my day did go.

Walking down the path one day,

There’s a bird that makes me stray.

I slip in mud, fall down flat,

Covered now from toe to hat.

I went through brush, it is so,

But it’s so thick I don’t know

Where I am, until I fall

In  a hole, and I do call.

Water’s in this big hole too,

I am wet, I lost my shoe.

It’s easy though to get out,

I sit down and give a shout!

The place I sat, soft as foam,

Was a place that ants called home!

© 2019 Steve McLeod.