In our backyards

This morning about 20 or so volunteers of literally all ages came together at Harriet Wetherill Park for a clean-up effort.  The park has only been officially open since April, but it quickly became on of my favorite little spots to get in some quick walks or meet a friend for lunch.  It's a great space intertwined with farmland growing corn, peppers and I'm sure other crops.  My favorite is watching the horses on the way up to the Butterfly Garden.  While I always tell people who ask about the park and promote it to my colleagues, a little part of me wants to selfishly keep it to myself.

This mornings activities involved weeding, mulching and planting new greenery in the Butterfly Garden.  It was a gorgeous morning for it--quite warm, but the breeze was perfect.  And the garden looks amazing!  It never ceases to amaze me what such a small group can accomplish with a few tools and some determination.  And the entire time we were out there, I could not help but think about how ironic it is that when I was the age of the children there today with their parents, I did not want to have any part of my folks' gardens and now, here I was getting up early after a late night out--enjoying the moment and not thinking twice about my obligation as a resident of this community and park user that I needed to be there.