I was humming the theme song from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood as I walked through the Kennedy Forest Sunday afternoon, accompanied by my faithful hound Rigby and equally faithful wife Barbara. It was indeed a beautiful day in the neighborhood! The late day sun streamed between the trees, their shadows reaching out toward us as we walked. Squirrels and the usual small birds flitted about the forest floor and between the various trees. A chipmunk fled the scene as we approached, disappearing into one on the many burrows they prepare for just such an occasion. Behind the Art Museum, next to the golf course, we found the unmistakable signs of moles, active just below the surface now that the weather is warmer.
The action, though, was on Art Hill and around the Grand Basin below the museum. Homo Sapiens, and lots of them, congregated and engaged themselves in a wide variety of activities (there were a few canids amount them). Kites soared high above and crashed to the ground below, children ran about and friends talked and walked. There was music, there was love, there was quiet contemplation and there were lots of photos made. Then the storm blew up and the rain fell.