I have been so sedentary for so long that even a moderately brisk walk along the park's southern drive seemed taxing. But on both Friday and Saturday, there were plenty of distractions from my abysmal state of deconditioning.
The massive Lakeside project is well underway, reconfiguring the shoreline.
And as I exit onto Parkside Avenue, a mystery: a fresh bouquet of long-stemmed roses, laid at the foot of a tree. Often, this same tree has had a cairn of stones carefully constructed at its base. I wonder for whom (or to whom) this tree is sacred.