The last time that I visited this lovely area on Highland Creek was almost five years ago when I led a group here.
Here is how it looked on this brisk 2021 February morning:
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. – John Keats (1795–1821)
Oh, those happy pre-COVID days!
Who says winter isn’t beautiful? Maybe not, sometimes, in the grey city, but here it’s gorgeous.
Hope you didn’t encounter that terrible ice you once told us about, if this was the place!
We are sure in an icy grip today! However the creek in the ravine park near our house has a very thin film of ice.