I wandered through a lovely string of parks our first morning in Ghent, as Steve slept off some of his jet lag. He’d commented that the countryside looked mighty wet from the airplane as he approached Amsterdam; I explained that it had rained every day between about October and January, not always a lot but really (or nearly) every single day. By his arrival, the rain had reduced in frequency and volume, but as you’ll below, mud and standing water were everywhere. On the bright side, when I first approached this pond, I thought those were a real flock of naturalized parrots but in fact they’re colorful wooden parrots perched there to appeal to the children who’d be playing here on a clearer day no doubt.
I wandered through a lovely string of parks our first morning in Ghent, as Steve slept off some of his jet lag. He’d commented that the countryside looked mighty wet from the airplane as he approached Amsterdam; I explained that it had rained every day between about October and January, not always a lot but really (or nearly) every single day. By his arrival, the rain had reduced in frequency and volume, but as you’ll below, mud and standing water were everywhere. On the bright side, when I first approached this pond, I thought those were a real flock of naturalized parrots but in fact they’re colorful wooden parrots perched there to appeal to the children who’d be playing here on a clearer day no doubt.
(so much world, so little time....) 
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