But week before last, I posted about feeling a bit low, missing my old island life a bit, and -- as an antidote, looking for urban charm, not just in the city's parks but also right on its concrete streets and sidewalks.
And under bridges. . .
the mason bees has chomped its way out of the coccoon. Maybe the weather will lure some musicians out as well, and these three seats will be occupied, the amphitheatre under the bridge filled with an applauding audience.
In the city, anything's possible . . .
I'm cycling to my trainer's later this morning (she's worked up a new program for me -- expect to hear loud groans all next week as I adjust!), and then have plans for some gallery-visiting, some granddaughter time, and some serious time with a book on the cozy cushioned lounge out on the deck -- Serious Vitamin D time!
And you, what does your weekend hold? And tell me, are we mostly city or suburb, house or condo/apartment dwellers here? Do you find it easy or difficult to suss out the charms of a concrete environment? And I expect there may be a variety of opinions about this "art" installation as well -- don't be shy (although, as always, do be polite ;-)