I was over in the cemetery, a popular place for people to walk. I guess that may sound weird, but it is peaceful and green.
It also has good hills for sliding down in winter if it snows.
The cemetery adjoins to a park and a large semi-managed green space. I love to walk here. I love that this is so near my house in the city. Of course, there is often the wail of sirens around or the rhythmic beep of a backing up truck, but it's equally full of bird calls--the chirr of flickers and crazy impatient switch up calls from mockingbirds. This morning I heard the barred owl as he went off to bed.
The dogwoods are blooming and the gentle sweet smell of wisteria floats on the wind. I love wisteria. It is nostalgic for me. A big wisteria grew in the front of my childhood home. It would tangle against us as we went up onto the front porch, and several times we discovered a praying mantis on our heads or backs who'd hitched ride with us into the house.
Walking in the cemetery makes me think of the circle of life. And today, I was glad to be here on the earth, breathing the fragrant flower scented air, feeling the sun as it pushed away the last little chill of winter. Just being.