The Little Bridges

Stubbs Park is decorously rampant, its paths scamper here and there like unruly children. The original landscapers ran riot, for they planted arching spans between and over many of its grassy hillocks, its trickling brooks. If you are in meditative mood, these diminutive bridges can lead you away and home again in the compact unwinding of a few gardened acres. Catwalks may connect you to gaps in your life ones yet uncrossed for want of a bridge’ They can lead you astray also until you figure out the right questions to ask of yourself. Perhaps more to the point folks can leisurely pass over some idle hours between breakfast and lunch. On a summer evening your long shadow can walk over the park in a few strides. You may recall then that all your steps have been bridges over time, a landscaping of a life - and just a walk in the park.