When I lived in New York City, Central Park saved my life. I lived a quarter of a block from the Park on W. 89th. Now I live 5 minutes from a sweet park surrounded by old, tall trees, but with enough open space for the sun to shine down – a big gift here in the Pacific Northwest.
Each day, Mercy, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with whom I share my life, takes me to the park for a stroll around the pond. Not a day goes by in which Mercy does not make us new friends. We meet Beagles, Golden Retrievers, Airedales and Greyhounds that have been rescued after race tracks have thrown them away. With all this in my life how sad can I be?
Do you walk in a park? It’s old fashioned, isn’t it? And yet, just what we need in this fast, crazy world. Tell me about your walks. I’d love to hear.
Published on April 08, 2010 18:29