I don't know if St. Patrick was sending good vibes my way, or what, but serendipity certainly fell at my feet today. Just as Max and Sylvia and I headed up the Bay Street hill, the park ranger came by on his tractor and unlocked the back gate to our county park. The three of us were the first ones to walk through it this year!
We felt honored. And lucky. For weeks now I've been hoping and imaging this very scene. I occasionally will go into the park in the winter through the front gate, but there is something savory and familiar about entering through the back way, like a secret. This was Sylvia's first time through. Max showed her how to wind her way right, then left, through the labyrinth fencing, and then -- free!
We startled some geese and found the snowdrops blooming. A kingfisher was diving the creek. The snakes were either still sleeping or St. Patrick had driven them all away. Either way, it was a pleasant morning. St. Pat, you're okay.