Vanessa cringed when she heard the splash and giggles from behind. The short walk had turned into a two-hour trek. She turned, only to be greeted by the sight of two boys, now drenched from neck to toes. She mentally searched her van. Do I have anything to cover the seats?
“I told you boys to stay out of the creek. It’s too cold!”
“No it’s not!” The younger replied between chattering teeth.
“Look mom!” The oldest, now rolling on a bed of dry sand.
Breathe. Just Breathe.
“Boys will be boys, Dear.” Husband grinning ear to ear.
The fountain welcomes strangers with it’s water song. Weeping cherry trees bloom their white dresses just in time for a wedding as benches whisper stories of first loves and stolen kisses. The maple trees laugh at children playing tag and hiding painted rocks. The sidewalks groan at the thought of a new festival season, but the band stand eagerly awaits the crowded lawn and new talent.
Young grass peeks through mud
a new season of laughter