|Weather||sunny, colder than temperature, but fine in our sun|
|Temperature||64 F/17 C degrees|
|Mood||spent, but satisfied|
|Restoring nature||1.5 hours|
Greetings garbage gab readers. Yesterday I was too spent to gab about garbage. I told Megan, my wife, before I left that I did not know how much energy I had to write, but I always seemed to find it when it came to the gabbing part afterwards. It was not true yesterday. I think there is something undiagnosed going on with me. It could just be a rough patch. Heck, maybe my vagus nerve is recovering and these weird things happening are the beginning of a comeback. I am trying to think positively about my health in the future.
I did not want to be around many people while I worked, so I went to a more remote park called the Glendinning Rock Garden. I gabbed about it in my writings of the past, mentioning it needed some serious park love. It was clear to me other volunteers must have tuned this park a bit, but it would probably take a week to seriously clean it up from head to toe. My best moments were a little boy, maybe six or seven at most, and his friend were excitedly walking around the park, sort of with their mom. He asked me if I saw any frogs. He told me they were studying amphibians in school. I told him I was trash fishing. If I saw any frogs I would shout out to let him know. Sadly, I saw no frogs. When they were leaving he asked me again and I said I did not see any. I said that maybe they already ate their dinner. He asked if I worked there. I told him, no, that I was a volunteer and help out because I like this park.
Apparently there was an Easter egg hunt recently in a section of the rock garden park too. I found two golden eggs among other plastic egg finds. I brought one home 🙂 I realized that all the eggs were not found. I found a small sealed Snickers bar in one. Nope, I did not eat it. In the litter can it went, though in hindsight… Megan might have eaten it. A Snickers bar will make me wallow in gastrointestinal distress these days.
I could spend a week at this rock garden park cleaning it. I was only in the main area picking up the most egregious litter. It’s really beautiful and it feels like a nice retreat. It used to be our local Spring Garden Water Works in the 1840’s, before it was knocked down and replaced with this beautiful park when our water treatment centers moved. This park screams, “what a great place for a picnic.” It would be very tricky to get you there John. At least you can live a little bit vicariously through my pictures. I hope you enjoy my visual story of the park and my trashabout experience coming right up.