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The phrase Moments in the Park was originally used to describe short prose poems inspired by observations on walks through Horton Park and other outdoor spaces. Throughout 2016, I crafted Moments in the Park as a daily practice. I have continued to write Moments in the Park, just not as frequently as that first year.
Here you will find the prose poems as well as expansions telling the story of the inspiration, reflecting on a related theme, or digging deeper into learning about the subject.
I also hope that you will be inspired to create your own Moments in the Park, in words, images, sound, or whatever medium suits you. If you would like to share your creations, I would be happy to post them!
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Spring has sprung!

4/9/2017

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PictureFirst crocus
When I walked out the door this morning, I was greeted by the wet-earth scent of spring rain, though the sidewalk was dry and rain wasn't forecast until after noon. All over the neighborhood, I saw signs that spring is no longer tentatively poking its nose around winter's corner, but has stepped decidedly onto the scene. Many of the early trees have open flowers, from the ash on the corner to the richly-colored, delicately frilly ruby blossoms of the scarlet jewel red maple. Rounding the curve in the path in front of the Friends School, I spotted the season's first crocus out of the corner of my eye and doubled back to snap a photo. After dropping most of it's first crop of catkins a couple of days ago, one of the parent trees in the stand of quaking aspen was sporting several fuzzy new buds. I had the gentle thrill of being on the spot as I was able to submit a Nature's Notebook observation that one of the smaller stems in the stand had 3-10 breaking leaf buds, which had opened up since yesterday morning. Farther down the path, I was greeted by a familiar avian companion. I recognized her as probably the same finch that graced many walks last spring with her song from the top of one tree or another in the park. Though I seem to know her as an individual, my non-existent bird identification skills mean I am unable to name her more specifically than probably some sort of finch. Returning home, I found that several tiny leaves on the neighbor's lilacs had fully unfurled; tiny, yet truly formed versions of their summer selves.

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