Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski
Oh, I could go on and on about this park. As you already know I love it as a living creature, someone very close indeed. I think that the park senses it themselves (as I don’t know the gender of this massive green creature, I will use the third person pronoun). They like me , too as I can sense it also. The huge trees sway a bit , when I look at them; the low lying grass and small shrubs smile at me. Old friends for few decades by now indeed.
Last time I went to Beaver Lake it was truly quite a few years ago. My sisters came to Canada that year from Poland, and we took our Mom with us (she truly liked that lake and the entire park) for nice slow walk. Therefore that afternoon yesterday was once more my walk down the memory lane.
From the lake I biked down the Pipestone Road to Rose Garden. Smiling shadows of my Mom and our dear friend Irena Kropinska were with me – both of them absolutely loved that garden, the Kingdom of Flowers.
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