I have a thing for the outdoors. I think it’s because I was raised in southwest Missouri, and more often than not, we were outside. Riding our bikes, in a swimming hole, camping, hiking, doing yard work. I’ve been fortunate to live in places that give me the ability to experience some of nature’s most beautiful scenes, and even though I’ve lived in cities, for the most part, those cities either have fantastic park systems (like Louisville) or are near the great outdoors (like here).
It’s hard to tell when the seasons really change in the South. We have the joke that there is Summer and Not Summer. But this past weekend, we had a hint of fall with a cold front pushing through. There was just the slightest of nip in the air as I wandered around City Park in New Orleans. If you stayed too long in the shadows of the great live oaks, you wanted a light jacket, but as soon as you stepped into the sunshine, it was easy beautiful and warm – with a myriad of activities going on.
As always, though, the flowers captured my attention.
With the exception of the knock-out roses, it would appear that the things that bloom in City Park are unaware that fall and winter are rapidly approaching. While they are beginning to put the decorations in the trees for Celebration in the Oaks, the flowers go on with their business, doing their thing, giving those of us who have a tendency towards darkness and depression during this time of year, hope that tomorrow will be bright and beautiful too.