The only other time I have visited, the place was knee deep in snow.
Now the green house flowers bloom outside, the merry-go-round and Ferris Wheel spin with tunes from early in the last century. Simply enchanting.
A series of water features splash and run down waterways named after the seven river/canyon combinations found in the Salt Lake area. Mill Creek is the name of the canyon closest to my house.
With water cascading down from a fount up high.
The Provo, Red Butte, um...Emigration Canyon creeks and one more race down to a final pond in the shape of the Great Salt Lake.
The play area was a gift from a donor who once played in Liberty Park as a child. I envy both the long ago child and the children who are playing so freely today.
I'll never be a child in Salt Lake City and now I wonder if I will ever remember the names of all seven canyons and streams since I am too old to explore them on this micro scale model.
The teenage girl with a wide smile and blue nail polish seemed pleased to work serving food that made people happy.
Another knitted a sweater using a traditional Scandinavian pattern.
Liberty Park. I visited it during my lunch break on Tuesday, when I was sleepy and bored with my grown up duties at work.
I needed a bit of Summer Time freedom.
It was really, really hard to walk away from the freedom and fun that a handful of people were, without a care, experiencing.
As I left I made another promise to myself: One day, when B. and I no longer have jobs to attended to, we will spend an August weekday afternoon in the shade of a Liberty Park tree, while sucking on snow cones and playing checkers, and maybe even splashing in the water features a bit.