Spring

Today we went to the forks for the so-called "Festival of Fools". The Festival itself was a bit of a bust, J not being a fan of magicians, clowns, or face-painting, but it was a perfect day anyway.

J enjoyed watching the geese on the river, and running through the giant puddle where the skating rink used to be.

Then we walked over to the skate park and watched the big boys do tricks on their bikes and boards.

In the background, the bigger boys were putting on an even better show at the new museum site. Three cranes were going, raising girders into the arms of iron workers. Meanwhile, the welders were throwing sparks.

It's a special spot for us too. We gathered here with friends and family after our wedding, while lightning lit up the prairie sky. My mother and I shared a memorable supper here the first time we came to the city, watching a storm roll in that night too. No electricity today, just more happy times.

J fell asleep in the car on the way home, so we parked in the park, windows down. People strolling, biking, jogging. Birds singing. Spring at last.