IF YOU HAPPEN by Peterson Creek these days you have likely experienced the persuasion to stay a bit longer than you might have planned.
It comes in the shape of thick green bunches of grass, and various wildflowers. Birds abound, and if you’re lucky, you can spot (one of) the resident hawks giving the magpies and crows a run for their money with the daily threat of consuming their offspring.
As any green space with loads of flowers growing everywhere you look, the park is home to a buzzing crowd. Bugs galore, including pesky mosquitoes, yes, but also bees, bumblebees and butterflies. An entomologist’s dream indeed. The air smells sweet and fresh, with a touch of bitterness imparted by cottonwood trees guarding the creek.
It’s the smell of summer.