We often have Sunday evening blues. This started some time when our family lived in Vietnam. So, last Sunday afternoon, we headed to White Hall park to fish and to walk together on a paved trail as a way to help us and our kids deal positively with our blues.

It seemed many people in Lexington shared our thought of how to spend a Sunday evening because we found a good number of “fishermen” around the lake and more people started trickling in.

The lake was so quiet considering how many people were there. We love how fishing is such a quiet pursuit. We only heard faint conversational murmurs that would get absorbed quickly by the atmosphere and the large sky overhead.

The birds dominated the ambience at White Hall. They would fly around in large swarms, broke into smaller groups and then individually dived down close to the lake surface to snatch flying insects. All the while doing so, they were almost deafening. They were anything but quiet. It was as if the humans were the minority aliens in a country of birds residing at White Hall park.

Another creature of interest to us were the tiny turtles of the lake. They were hungry, bold and curious. They ate all our worms and kept peeking their tiny heads above the water to watch the humans. Their movements barely disturbed the water, therefore produced only fluttering ripples which one needed to focus to see. Those turtles were stealthy.

The green-ness of grass is such a delicious color to the eyes. Grass is never a luxury as it is everywhere and gets trampled underfoot. However, it is such a staple part and an essential element of any landscape. Threatened and overwhelmed, city-dwellers have the urge to curtail grass’ growth by cutting or mowing, but it stands steadfast and victorious in the end.

During our walk, Jacob always fell behind because David walked fast and Jacob would get distracted by what he found in the grass. He loves checking out insects, the stranger looking the better. He got so excited when he managed to catch a cricket with his water bottle. He whined about the long walk at first but perked up right after imprisoning the cricket in the bottle. It does not take complicated things to cheer children up indeed.