A Sunday In The Park, and More

 The title " A Sunday in the Park (With George) always makes me think of a famous painting by Georges Seurat, which is actually named "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte", that inspired a stage play by Sondheim called " A Sunday in the Park with George". 

My Sunday morning walk was nothing so grand, and fortunately I didn't have to wear bustles and corsets. 

The low winter sun was shining brightly, taking away the chill that still lingered in the shade of the fir trees.

This I where I walk three to five days a week, when weather and other demands don't interfere. The pathways are all paved, and circuitous routes give me my mile plus, with places to sit and rest.

Sometimes crows keep me company. Today there were also people to greet.

Dogs and their people play in the dog park. 

Lawn daisies are sprouting in our mild winter temps. 

It was a pleasurable escape this Sunday morning while I got my "gotta' keep moving" exercise.

When I got home I found Tom in the garden just finishing up a job, and we took a tour of the hellebores blooming here and there. 

These old varieties don't like to show their faces, but they seed freely. 

So Tom collected the seedlings to replant. This bed, a failed area from too much shade and tree roots, was perfect for planting seedlings. The are beginning to take on some size.

All of these seedings came from one plant, but look at the color variation!

Now the rest of the day has gotten away from me. I did get the Sunday paper read, and I fixed a photo problem on my desktop computer by finally editing and deleting many photos from my iCloud storage.

I'm making pozole for dinner and the fragrance of summering pork is wafting through the house. Time to go check on it and prepare for the next step. 

By the time most of your read this it will probably be Monday, but there will be left overs. :-)