Although the sky was blue and the sun shining brightly, a frigid north wind blew away our planned walk. Amongst the trees and heritage houses of Inglewood, we found more sheltered pathways.
The slushy shallows of the Bow River hundreds of Canada Geese. At first, there seemed to be only a few by the shore. Gradually my eyes saw that the napping ones blended invisibly into the stone strewn shoreline. As we stood by the river, the raucous cries drew our attention way up where more geese soared above us, gliding into their flying formations.
Turning into the neighbourhood, we posed for a group photo in the new Inglewood Pump Bicycle Track where we might have used our skateboards, if anyone had thought to bring one. No children joined us to play. Further along the streets, we admired some particularly handsome original houses that had been lovingly restored.
Back near the river was the Nellie Breen Park - a tiny green space. The gazebo was decorated with mosaic tiles created by school children - a fitting tribute to one of stalwarts. Moms watched their children on the playground equipment, but the weather was too chilly to
As we returned to the Bow River, we came upon a special labyrinth. The classic meditation walk was overlaid with words of poetry First Nations symbols. We gave thanks for this day with such good friends.
