With the temperature near 50°, I couldn’t resist stopping for a walk before heading home; and Gracie, snuggled into her carseat, perked up when I turned into the crunchy gravel parking lot. Holding the leash in one hand and camera in the other, we started walking to the trail around the ballfields.
The chain link fence on the bridge above Little Plum Creek was decorated with snowflakes, and gold-glittered reindeer stood nearby. Further ahead, near the old railroad bridge supports, a gingerbread cottage disguised a shed housing ballfield maintenance equipment; and further still, old-fashioned lamp posts edged the trail quite charmingly — nevermind the garish field lights towering above.
Our town’s annual celebration, Christmas at Plum Creek, may have been canceled this year due to the pandemic; but the holiday spirit was alive and well as these decorations and many more sparkled like Little Plum Creek in the sunlight.
