This morning was probably the last tai chi in the Bush Park before the sky falls. And all the oak leaves.
Afterward, Roxie and I went for a walk through Bush Park. Actually, “Bush’s Pasture Park.” We are so lucky to have this beautiful space in the neighborhood.
People were doing everything. Tai chi. Yoga. Walking briskly in business clothes or scrubs, taking a lunch-time break. Joggers and runners, some pushing children in strollers. Lots of dogs on leashes. Picnickers. Cyclers. Rose smellers.
Here is just a random gallery.
We walked along Pringle Creek. Roxie ran in and out fetching a stick.
Gazebo in the rose garden.
We took a little break there.
We smelled a few.
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I had never seen one this purple.
We were directed to appreciate some art.
Finally, I paid homage to the redwood where I worshipped when I first moved here, years before I had grown a grove of my own.
