A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench…
It’s just a park. At least, one would think nothing of it looking on a map. But when you give it some thought, you realize how remarkable it is, being just a park.
Fifty years ago, it was just a pasture. It was a field with cows, and barbed wire. More than likely, the pond wasn’t there 50 years ago. The pond was probably added, like most of the ponds in this area. Yet, here it is, a park worthy of a stroll on a cool spring day. And given the amount of shade, even worthy of a stroll on a hot day.