Dad and his springtime friends at Floyd Lamb Park in North Las Vegas. It reminds me of the song "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins. We could use more of that old-fashioned sweetness these days.
"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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