Friends in other places are ocean-adjacent, river-adjacent, marsh-adjacent. We are inlanders but can claim a body of water not much more than 10 minutes away. Taking a southerly detour from the freeway coming home from work and daycare back in the 1980s, my son and I stopped there afternoons when he was a toddler. The place is Johnson Lake. Located in a, shall we say high-end, residential neighborhood in southwest Pasadena, the private lake is ringed with houses but, at least it was true 28 years ago, one could find a bit of access to the chain-link fence, through which mother and son could feed Cheerios to the ducks.
The photo is from Petrea Burchard's blog, which I just discovered today and will revisit to see how much of new and old Pasadena she has found to share with her readers. Her lake photo and the fact that she has created Pasadenadailyphoto.blogspot.com to celebrate our city, my hometown, make me absurdly happy on this breezy, just-warm-enough April Sunday. Peace.
(In an earlier version of this post, I had misspelled Petrea Burchard's name, the generous photographer who gave her permission to use the photo. And after my last post about names...sheesh. My error.)