Tag: amstel park
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Birds of Amstel
The river has a large heart, she just gives and gives. Her path determined, she runs her course, yet yields. Alongside her banks: bounties – trees, grass, shrubs, dragonflies. I watch rowboats, cycles, runners, skaters, an unruly kid way ahead of her guardian on a space scooter, her mischievous gurgling laughter infecting the air. I…
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A frozen moment
Picture clicked in Amstel Park, last Sunday, when Bambi said, “Mama you must take a picture of these two.” A nod to you Mr. Mo Willems.
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Winter Sun and Yellow Things
Those who read this blog regularly know my fondness for Amstel Park. I have befriended each hidden corner, nook and cranny, secluded benches and ponds. I have read under its trees, played hide and seek between its bushes, ran through the maze, broken ice on its neglected fountains, eaten ice cream, bandaged scraped knees, criticized…
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Flowers and the bees
The joys of Amstel Park, where Bambi and I often spend hours. He hates the bees and loves the flowers, how ironical, how can one exist without the other. In the park they have a toy train that goes inside what we like to call “the deep dark woods” (a nod to Julia Donaldson). We…
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A walk through Amstel Park
“Is it summer yet?” “I think so.” “How would you know?” “Well it is that time of the year.” “What if you did not have a calendar?” “It is warm, the sky is clear, the ducks are having ducklings, the flowers are out, and the trees have leaves.” “That’s just a good day.” “When you…