Somebody Order an Ark?

We had a weather-event in Wisconsin last week Tuesday.  It got wet.

Really wet.

Really, REALLY wet.

Dinosaur weather

I remember 2 ladies at work not able to make it in, as they were flooded in.  I remember one lady who managed to get TO work getting a news push, citing the dam that was 2 blocks from her house had failed.

(for the record…everyone ended up safe, as sane as before, and semi-dry…)

I remember having to drive to work, as I don’t own a wetsuit or flippers.

I also remember walking to work the day after the stormage pounded through…because I had to detour.  Bethesda park’s walking path was flooded.  Now…I could get ON the footbridge spanning the Fox River…but I couldn’t get off it.

Here’s a couple of shots

 

This one, taken earlier in the spring, the Fox River is firmly in it’s banks, you can see the walking path winding all the way across the park.20170508_165502

Here’s the shot from the same vantage point.  You can see where the water has totally covered most the path.

Flood July 2017 Bethesda Park

This morning when I once again donned my walking shoes and set off…I thought I’d at least see where the water now was in the park, and see if I could now get through.

Almost success!

I can now get onto the park grounds from the footbridge, but I have to go straight up the hill instead of the walking path down by the river.  I call it ‘Taking the High Road.’

I’ll take it whatever way I can get it 😀

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No (ah) Ark Required!

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Get on my Lawn!

For quite some time, now, I have a segment of my walk where I abandon the solid concrete and put feet on the ground itself.  I feel by doing so, I connect just that much better with our Earth.  Connecting with nature (even the tiny bits you find in your standard city) is something that speaks beyond words.

There is this long swatch of grass bordering the railroad tracks and the river.  Because it’s this close to the tracks, it’s considered the domain of the city (you can’t build that close to the tracks because…well…when rail accidents happen, they tend to spread their destruction), and thus, is fair game for any walkers who wish to wander.

So…I leave the pavement at the beginning of this swatch, and tromp across a narrow band of green with the river on one side, the street on the other, and the tracks once the river bends north to swing around Bethesda Park.

Right here…the little red line…is part of my walk home.

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The trees along this stretch fan out and over the grass, giving me a bit of shade.  The breeze comes up from the river, giving me a bit of relief from the (usually) hot sun.  It’s here that I offer a bit of blessing, and a bit of homage, to the Fox River.

I honor the Fox River with a bow and a few soft words of admiration when I come up to this point on my homeward journey, because water is life, for which I am grateful.

The Natural has taken it upon itself to give a little something back to me.

Raspberry bush

I have been graced with a tangle of wild raspberry bushes under the canopy of trees bordering the river.

I take one or 2 berries a day…just a bit of sweetness for my walk.  I leave the rest.  So far, the bushes haven’t been stripped by any foragers…either of the 4 legged or 2 legged kind.  I feel it’s a bit of a secret understanding between the Natural and I – and a tangible display of our mutual acceptance of each other.

 

Green…things. Sleeves Optional

Sunset Park mapAbout a week ago – I had a rather dramatic event at work.  The boss lady put her foot down, rather hard, and a metric ton of resentment came oozing out from my position under the sole.

We occasionally rub each other the wrong way, as can happen when any 2 humans associate…especially when the diametric is one of superior/underling, where the underling thinks the superior is anything but…

I still have the ear of HER bosses, though, as they are in my office and she’s all the way on the west coast – so we’ll all get on a phone conversation at some time in the future and hammer out yet another compromise.

Just another one of them days…

ANYway – by the time I was done with the work day – I had managed to bleed some of the frustration I’d amassed from the morning’s hostilities – but there was still a great deal of negative energy to dispel.

Enter:  A new Greenspace.

It’s funny – this place is one I’ve been driving past for almost 7 years.  It’s greeted me on the way in to work; it’s been there on the drive home.  It’s a patient thing, as most of nature is, simply being natural in all the turning seasons until I was ready to make its acquaintance.  It’s a great swath of grass, bush and tree bracketed on one end by the Fox River, and associated with both the Glacial-Drumlin State Trail (which ambles its way across the south-central portion of Wisconsin) and the Fox River Trail, which is pretty Waukesha-centric.

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A brisk walk across this greenspace will get you far enough away from the city streets to have the river’s movement drown out most of the human noise.  It doesn’t have play equipment, ball diamonds, or any other ‘sports’ related things that attract kids, as it’s part of the Fox River sanctuary – and has to be left ‘unimproved.’

Ah…human arrogance in all it’s glory – thinking we improve on nature…

It was green, and brown, with sprinklings of pink and white and red from the flowering trees – a space full of sunlight and fresh, spring-green grass, with the scent of the river caressing the breeze.  It is a space heavily Earth-centric – but still retaining a healthy tie to water.

In short – it was a space I didn’t realize I had been looking for, but after an energizing meditation session on the grass, learned I’d desperately needed.

All it all, it’s a perfect place to continue learning how to listen to the nuances of this fantastic little ball of blue and green we live on, instead of just inhabiting it.