i live about a block away from a city park. the area is eclectic with a mix of people. mostly white,hardly asian , the few loud mental health ghosts and a presence of Sudanese folks that add a ton of colour to the hood- and not only by skin but by garb.
the dwellings are assorted from beautifully maintained heritage homes to rental vintage apartment blocks, the ever growing new home construction to the usual collection of ugly vancouver specials.
the park is larger with mixed use. soccer fields, lacrosse courts,baseball, waterpark and the ever popular place to find crisp white suited seniors; the lawn bolwing club.most of us stare beyond the fence as entrance had not yet been gained due to the few too years on this earth.
this morning after i grabbed the java fix i strolled the hood. there is a path that runs diagonal across the park and it is lined with giant chestnut trees.this morning i choose the path. as you walk the ground is littered with chestnuts freed from their gnarly husks. the contrast of colour is amazing. the smooth deep brown lines of the nuts sit awkwardly upon the green and yellowed pieces of the husks. add in a touch of red fallen leaves and tapestry is breath taking.
i picked up the nuts today;had to. the clean smooth lines and brilliant veins of mixed light make you want to touch them. i remember as a kid...we used to take them, drill hoes in them and attach a bit of string. then we would use them to hit pop cans off fences or to ping each other in the head. i was thinking, when did this practice stop? i dont remember. although i surmise it was likely a change of season, literally and as we moved into young adults.
i tried my best to capture what i saw in the pic above. the nuts are cool in my hand. the tactile gratification of this is worth it. do it. pick one up.
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