We have been in Denver a month now. After scouring a handful of neighborhoods and looking at a zillion houses (thank you, patient real estate person), we found a house! It is in the Wash Park neighborhood, close to South Gaylord Street and its assortment of restaurants and shops and close to a huge beautiful park – you guessed it, Washington Park!
So this is great news and a huge step toward making Denver feel like home. All these great amenities in walking distance – just what we were hoping for in the big city!
Walking distance…..which brings me to the bad news. Anyone who knows me well knows I have bad feet. They just hurt – alot and for many reasons and I have just gotten used to it. This time I ignored my most recent ouch so long that I found myself limping all the time with no idea how many months ago it all started. Thanks to some Denver friends, I found an orthopedist, bit the bullet and went in to see her. Turns out I have a stress fracture to a metatarsal and, yadayadayada, I am in a boot. This effectively stuck a fork in my transition plan. The plan was to find multiple tennis clubs here in Denver and sign up for every drill and league I could until I found my Denver tennis people (still missing my Asheville tennis people so much!). This was going to expedite my transition and all would be great. This plan clearly is going to have to wait awhile and I am NOT known for my patience. Going anywhere is now a pain and walking the dogs is a downright bummer for all 3 of us. Yes, I realize this is not really a tragedy and I am grateful for good medical care. I am working on my attitude (“time to get off my pity pot” as my mom would say). I find I work on my attitude best when out in nature so today I strapped myself up and went to the Denver Botanic Gardens.
Wow. So lovely. The weather here has been very mild (at times actually hot) so the gardens, while not in full splendor, are still full of color and life. It’s impossible to be less than happy when wandering such a beautiful place.
I will leave you this time with a poem familiar to most gardeners and some late autumn shots from the gardens.