Mental Health Break

It’s a beautiful afternoon so, after watering the garden and pulling a few weeds, we head to the nearby park to walk. It’s okay. We’re encouraged to get outside and enjoy our city parks. People on blankets in the grass, and towels on the beach, appears to be practicing appropriate social distancing.

Something new, since we sat in our car eating burgers here a number of weeks ago, is the sandbag berm snaking through the park. Those who study these things predict a 1-in-20 year flood this year. It’s always something.

Nevertheless we enjoy a peaceful walk along the River’s Trail then nip up to the other side of the berm and walk back through the grassy park.

We pass the playground and think of Makiya and summer afternoons we spent here in the past and ponder this year’s Camp G and G. We consider looping up and going for ice cream at Scoopz that just opened (with social distancing guidelines in place) but decide it’s too close to supper. Another time.

Then home, and puttering and planning and tending to things that need my attention because I’ve got a book launching next week, and it’s a peaceful summer-like end to the day. The sunshine, warm weather, and ability to go out and enjoy it does wonders for my mental health.