Down By The River

There are times when Georgetown is the dullest place in which I have ever lived. And then there are days when its the best. Today's one of the latter . . .

The sun's shining, there's a cooling breeze and bumblebees buzz lazily through the aromatic profusion of purple, white and yellow wildflowers that has burst through the verdant foliage beside Silver Creek as it gently meanders through Cedarvale Park.

Wonderful. And just a couple of hundred meters away from the coffee shops of Old Georgetown.