At a little after 8 this morning it was 70 degrees, with a bit of fog.
Had to do a little errand at the local Walmart and figured I could squeeze in a quick stop to Weaver Park, which I’d visited at the beginning of the Penstemon bloom (late May), but not really since then.
Walked the mowed path a ways, past what may have been the ancient chinkapin oak and a dark wooded stretch on the east side of the path. Today it felt a little scary; was really tempted to turn around right there and leave.
The path being so overgrown didn’t help. But then spotted a hawk soaring around the edge of the open part of the park and stopped to watch it. Had no real hope of getting a recognizable photo; maybe one with a dot to remind me it was there. Couldn’t identify it positively; it was largish with relatively short, broad wings. But it got me to stay a while.
Nevertheless didn’t feel brave or persistent enough to traverse the grassy (as in six-foot grass) path to the hidden “buffalo-wallow” pond in the middle of the park. Alas.
Felt a little sad to have missed so much at Weaver Park this year. Remembered fondly the lovely scenes from last year. So our (good or bad) experiences lay a background and create expectations for the next time around. Can there really be a fresh perception? Always there is baggage. So many layers to the present.
On the short walk back saw a dead short-tailed shrew (Blarina brevicauda) in the path. Sorry for the graphic representation of this dead being, but was so struck by the density of its dark fur.
Then saw a very handsome example of aging bush clover, the seed head of which was amazingly reminiscent of the shrew’s fur.
Proceeded then eastward on Main Street to Walmart, which does have bike parking after all. Not sure whether it’s new since last year or whether I just discovered it, but it’s unlike any bike parking I ever used before.
It has a place to hold the front wheel and then an arm that swings down to lock to the frame. Clever, though I wonder if they expected much use of them: a few of the units were partly pulled out from the concrete.
It was still cloudy on the way home; hoped that meant eventual rain.