My house is halfway up a hill, and to get to the park at the end of the street you go down, a little, and up, a lot. And there it is, a nice green space on top of the hill, in the city. There are some nicely marked hiking trails and some new playground equipment. Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
The grands like to make their way to the park and they always get to the top of the hill before I do. Who knows why, but the big climber always turns into an ice cream shop. Yesterday there were pretend Thanksgiving ice cream flavors, pumpkin pie, cranberry, turkey, and the disliked gravy ice cream. With cherries and chocolate sauce and every kind of drink you could want. There was no hiking, little climbing, no swinging, just . . . ice cream shop.
The autumn trees were beautiful, but my picture just looks flat. You'll have to take my word for it.
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