I love, in capital letters, Oak Hill Park: sky and clouds and farmland and prairie grasses waving in the breeze -- plus a hilly one-point-seven-five mile trail through it all. You can remember things are going to be okay on that trail. As we speak I hear my Oak Hill favorite -- the red winged blackbird. Oh, but what about the Queen Anne’s Lace? And wait, there's the thistle with a purple flower on top that opens like a little milk weed that I just realized today. Certainly some sage somewhere in time has said Exercise in the big wide Open is the best antidote for anxiety. Have a wonderful wonderful everyone!
