Park Memories

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven - to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?

I made Adam go to the park with me yesterday as it was really the first warm day we've had so far this year. I wanted to go to Sugar House, to the usual spot, but we got a late start, and had to settle for somewhere in Sandy. As I sat and read my book, I couldn't help but think of all of the sunny afternoons I've spent with you ladies, reading and chatting and sun bathing. I remember the Sunday afternoons when Abby and Lis and I would sneak over to Vaughn's and get a soda and then go to this grassy spot by an elementary school and enjoy the spring/summer weather (Kimmers, I think you were on your mssion or with your folks in DC). I remember being all together in Sugar House Park discussing someone's most recent break up and reading magazines. Remember the time we used the pants I had in my car because we didn't have a blanket? Yesterday, Adam was reading Keats (he's kind of a poetry guy sometimes:) while I read something much more frivolous, and he read the above passage to me. That is how I always feel when it finally gets warm enough to go to the park and I thought I'd share it. Adam was great company, but I missed and thought of you all!