MOSS WRIGHT PARK

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TENNESSEE- Goodlettsville, TN- 4/19/99

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MONDAY, April 19, 1999 pril 19, 1999

We take a late morning walk at Moss Wright Park. The park has been created from an old plantation in Goodlettsville, Tennessee. The home site still stands and people can tour the inside. Once a year there is a re-enactment of that time and era. Participants dress in period clothing and show the visitors how fences were made. Sassafras tea is a treat. There is a village blacksmith and so many other experiences. Today we take a one mile walk to enjoy the spring flowers and anything else that comes our way.

One of our first meetings is with a Buckeye tree. Then we come across a community of baby toadstools.

We see how the warm sun plays magic with the color of tall grass. Lush clover covers the ground. There is a beautiful path with spreading trees shading the walk way.
	And the sun casts its' own paint brush on a dandelion and purple irises still bloom wild from the old plantation.

Look at the baby face in this precious half inch greenery. See it is smiling at us!

Pansies have been planted in abundance. Each have their own expressive faces. If you listen closely, you can hear them singing, "Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day".

The iris is Tennessee's' state flower. Sometime they are called flags. We find a "blue flag". Don't even ask what the orange thing is but somehow the eight year old thought it should be labeled a flower.

We find deer tracks from the early morn. Have you ever watched dogs take their own walk? They enjoy nature all by themselves; taking their own strolls without a master. We know because we found paw evidence.

A lush creek meanders along the park's path. We stop and listen to the water cascading over rocks in natures prayer to the soul. We are glad to be alive.

We pass near another place along the creek. The water is so still that you can see the reflection of a budding tree captured on camera.
	Sir Knight sees Mr. and Mrs. Mallard. They are looking for their spring home. It will probably be water front. We sit on a hill in the shade and hear the most beautiful Cardinal express its best request for a female companion. With a voice like his a female should surrender by nightfall.
	Mr. Spider basks in the sun and if you look closely there is a well spun web in the base of a tree.