One has the stereotypical image of Westmount being a rich “anglo enclave”.

This can’t be farther from the truth. This poor soul was sleeping on a park bench, in the rain, during the City’s recycling day.

The Island of Montreal has a huge problem in this regard that must addressed.

Frankly, this entire “blog” seems trivial as compared to how a large portion of Montreal’s residents make ends meet.

The park’s empty lagoon on an early autumn morning.

Westmount’s public library, in the park, lit up for the evening.

A Sliver Maple next to a Gingko creating a beautiful pattern of colours.

An early morning view of the park’s “comfort station” across from what will be an ice skating rink when winter arrives in a few months.

Major repairs, on one of the park’ walkways.

The last time this occurred, near the park’s wading pond, I noticed several pieces of broken china in the uncovered soil.

The obvious reasons; however, took some time to appear. Specifically, in the 1800’s one didn’t have paper plates when picnicking – household china and “real” cutlery were the norm.

In fact, that sole observation, began this ongoing interest with the park and its history.

Autumn’s golden yellow colouring of one of the park’s Ginkgo bilobas located beside the lagoon.

Autumn’s colours from the park’s Norway Maple (Acer platanoides) next to the soccer field.

The bright yellow autumn colours from a Big-Bud Hickory (Carya tomentosa) near the park’s former shuttle board and chess area.