Whisperings in the Park

    Friends,

    The whispers could be heard all over the Park this morning.  The full 100-year-old Oaks were whispering to each other, again

     "We've seen everything -- horse-pulled wagons, fried-chicken picnics, children playing games, young sweet hearts holding hands, but we have never seen anything like this."

     From a distance, the deer looked at each other with a  "What-are-they-talking-about?" look out of their eyes.

    The salamanders ventured in and out their shelters but could care less about the commotion.  "Just don't bother us with all that rig-a-ma-ro junk" could be heard all around the creek.

    The Red Birds, Sparrows, and Mockingbirds flew from one tree to the other listening to the whisperings with fascination and amusement.  "Crazy gossiping trees.  There is nothing new under the sun; they will talk about anything from broken limbs to oak sickness."

    The Oaks didn't miss a beat of talk because with old age comes an "I-don't-care" attitude.

    "You know they are crazy.  It is a wonder they didn't break my limb."

    "Yeah, and hanging on that stuff they cover themselves with.  I have never seen anything like it."

   For two days, such whispering has been heard in the Park.

   It has also been heard in the human community, too.

   "It was beautiful."  "The music and the artists -- matched perfectly well."  "They were so graceful and skilled."

   And the whispering of the oaks and the humans have yet to stop.

   Thank you, Pals, for a wonder-filled, inspiring evening in the park on a July Friday night.

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