Ya’ll know that I have an amazing field and wooded hiking trails right up the street from my house. In fact, it’s the dog’s and my favorite place to walk.
In years past, starting mid to late March we’ve had to share the field with the LaCrosse team. It’s not that bad, the season only runs to the beginning of June and the field is mostly used a couple of nights a week. It’s easy to plan a schedule around and make adjustments in our routine.
About three weeks ago, Delilah and I noticed some changes taking place up there. It started out slowly. Each time we went up to the field, there was something new added.
It started out with lines being painted on the grass. I was thrilled because right in the center was a giant circle.
It’s a walking meditation circle, I breathlessly declared to Delilah and proceeded to walk her around it.
Looks like paint on grass to me.
The next time we went up to the field, there were benches. Let’s have some fun, I said to Delilah and urged her up on the bench.
Nobody likes to SIT on the bench. PUT me in coach!
The following day there were goal posts, no netting, just the frames for the goal. I plunked Delilah in there and snapped a picture.
It’s like a giant picture frame. Who’s a pretty girl?
On our next visit to the field, the goal posts had netting.
A good Labra-goalie knows you need to watch both sides of the goal.
At this point I knew someone other than the LaCrosse team was going to be using the field. (The LaCrosse team used the field just for practice and would store their gear in a small garage at the entrance to the park, and pull it out when needed.)
The next night, shit got real sirius.
Mom says it’s a porta-potty, but I’m thinking it’s what you people call a concession stand. It just smells SO good.
Despite all of the clues, I had no real idea WHAT was going on until Sunday. Delilah and I headed out for our afternoon walk, and there were cars blasting up and down my street. My street is a dead end so traffic isn’t really a thing.
When I looked up the hill, I was shocked to see both sides of the street lined with cars. We happened to be heading out just as some cars were leaving, while others were arriving, which made walking up a car lined street…challenging.
But we made it.
I love that the field is getting used and people are finding out the beauty in our little corner of the universe.
I can easily circumvent the field and head right to the trails.
I can deal with the left over apple cores and the occasional bit of litter.
But why, WHY must they park in the field? Grass should not have tire marks embedded in it.
No cars on the field!
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