The Land of the Faeries

Well not really, just the park. I like going there except for one thing. There's this poky thing in my left sandle and sometimes when I step on a rock on the path it pokes up into my foot and I look like an idiot jumping, tripping, and wincing as I walk. But otherwise I like going to the park. Today I discovered that that pair of Canadian geese have taken up residence at my park. It made me glad, though I am still a little confused as to how they got there in the first place and why they aren't leaving. I did not get to feed them, however. They swam by while I was reading not while I was feeding. Some idiot left their fishing hook and line on the ground, a lot of it too. (I threw it away) Please never leave stuff on the ground. If you are there enjoying the park it would seem to make sense that you would have an interest in preserving it. But maybe I'm just old fashioned. I was raised that when you leave a campsite you leave it cleaner than when you got there. Also at the park was this guy playing his guitar. It was rather soothing. For a while he was sitting off somewhere where I couldn't see him but then he moved over to my side of the pond. For that I was glad.