Serendipity! Talleyrand in Springtime

Have you ever headed out on your way to somewhere, and ended up someplace else entirely? That happened to me on this morning. It was foggy out and I was thinking - Millbrook, Millbrook! For you know how much I love the marsh in the morning mist.

But then I drove past the little cemetery on the other side of town. It was lined with baby-green trees, and there was bright green pollen everywhere. And my brain suddenly said - TALLEYRAND! And so I drove to Talleyrand Park in Bellefonte, instead! Serendipity: that's what brought me here. :-)

And just as I got there, the heavens, which had been overcast and dark, brightened up. And the sun came out, and the sky turned blue. And you could almost hear the angels sing!

I didn't have much time. I never do. And so I walked, with haste, in beauty. The daffodils there are nearly done, but the redbuds are in their full pink glory. And the mallards are on the spring run, living in paradise, or so it would seem. White tree flower petals fell near the gazebo like a gentle spring rain.

I took a lot of pictures. The Match Factory's historic buildings are pale brick orange in reality, but brighter colors in the reflections. The shot above includes the swinging bridge over Spring Creek, as well as the lovely green trees. It was the thought of these trees that brought me here. I summoned them, like magic. Or perhaps they summoned me.

There are two extras as well: a mallard cavorting on the clear, fresh waters; a pink tree along the spring run. In the shot above and the one of the mallard in the extras, the pinky-orange reflections on the water are a combination of the Match Factory bricks and redbud blooms.

I hurried as much as I could, but I didn't want to leave. It's always pretty there, but never any more lovely than this. In April, please do not ever visit Talleyrand, or you will want to stay there forever, never to return! It is its own little Brigadoon, of sorts.

When I arrived at work, I looked down to see something white on my shoes. I feared the worst, for I'd been walking where mallards do, and I was afraid to see what it was. (I have been known to walk in mud and who knows what. Thus: always Crocs!)

But I leaned down to wipe it off and came up smiling, relieved. . . it was white flower petals from the trees; springtime's version of snowflakes. She walks in beauty, I thought with a grin. I will visit this place again in my dreams.

The soundtrack song is from the Lost Boys soundtrack: Mummy Calls, with Beauty Has Her Way.