A brief theological reflection on city spring puddles:
Splashing in puddles is FUN! Puddles were created for our delight - as well as to water the earth of course.
City puddles are however, on closer inspection, disgusting. Splashing disturbs the still surface and an illusion of beauty by stirring up brown/black silt and poisons, I suppose, from the atmosphere. People throw Timmy (Tim Horton's for those of you non-Canadians) cups and McDonald's wrappers on the ground and they get washed into the mess. And yet - look at the photos. The puddles reflect the beauty of the world around them. Bare trees thinking of budding and leafing. Telephone poles. Homes. Blue, blue sky. So ... looks can be deceiving? Or mud and mess is only part of the story. Or...
No matter whether they're clean country puddles or yucky city puddles, God made 'em for splashing - and made us to enjoy them.
|Billy boots - ready to go splashing and exploring|
|Lasalle looking east - muck for ducks|
|Corner of Wagram (now Goupil) and Lasalle (Judy's old home)|
|Someone cleared the drains - puddles have decreased in size|
|Looking towards rue Ste-Hélène along Goupil - Still fun|
|And GO! SPLASH!|
|Never get too old to splash in puddles|