It was a hot and humid walk, even so early in the morning, but there was a nice enough breeze. Nature provided hearts along the way, as it tends to do.
When I last showed you Neptune, his pool was not yet filled with lily pads. He has a more colorful world to guard now in the summer.
And into the woods. . . .
The pond wasn't looking its best, and I couldn't take a step on its shores without crossing paths with dragonflies skimming the water. I passed a man who was out walking and a few young women running through the woods, but it was a quiet park yesterday. 'Too buggy to lunch here, but peaceful. And breezy enough to give relief, but not so windy as to keep the flowers from standing still for pictures.
I returned to the park to find a shady spot for lunch.
The site of what used to be Forbes Field, one of the Pittsburgh Pirates' earliest stadiums, ended up being the ideal place to put down my backpack finally and take a break. Dappled shade and solitude! It's another of my favorite places in the city. It's a quiet and small spot, neatly tucked away into the campus that now surrounds it, but is one with so much history. In 1935, Babe Ruth hit three home runs here in a single game. Bill Mazeroski's home run that won the 1960 World Series for the Pirates was hit here too. I never walk around what remains of the outfield wall without remembering that my grandfather and my dad got to see many of the greats play ball here.
One set of three-tier bleachers was in full sun yesterday afternoon, but the other made a perfect dining room. Shade! The frosting and flowers I spread onto my muffin-now-turned-cupcake were pretty but not quite what I was feeling like after so much walking--it would be eight miles by the time I arrived back at home later--but the iced tea was soon almost gone and I could have happily eaten my weight in watermelon.
After eating, I wandered around more before starting the walk home and noticed a table and chair set in the distance behind the outfield wall. I don't remember it having been there before, but it will surely be one of my next lunch spots. How dear is this!
A rabbit sat still long enough for me to get its picture as I walked home. Usually, they're too skittish and disappear as soon as I raise the camera.
Two miles back to the apartment--
--and soon I was crawling into bed--finally--to sleep away the rest of the afternoon.