Sunday morning,the contrast of the texture of the wood planks, stem, and flowers caught my eye. I had to stop.
The path around Big Lake is nice early in the morning. You find a few walkers, we say "Good Morning" (if they're in the mood to speak to me, or can hear me through their headsets), I pay attention, I pass slowly, and just keep going. I get to hear my big chimes, pass my resting boats, and scope out new flowers that are blooming. Happy Friday!
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