5 Stars for a tiny (1) pocket park with the bad fortune of having the same name as a much more famous and larger park in town. But goddamnit, I love a good underdog.
Let me tell you about a little (2) oasis I discovered recently. *This* Big Tree Park is surrounded by small homes on quarter acre lots and plenty of on-street parking. It is situated just one street from the crazy/awesome/sometime treacherous Mills Ave. And so it really does feel like a small (3), green oasis.
The name is plainly descriptive. There's a big tree in the middle of this minute (4) park. There's actually something magical and whimsical about its diminutive (5) size. Its uses are limited to reading on a bench or picnicking on the lawn and that lack of options makes it oddly more calming.
As a note- I accept and acknowledge my own inherent bias given my similarly miniature (6) stature. There. I've said it. Now we can move on.
Not to be confused with the other much more well known Big Tree Park, which boasted the biggest and oldest bald cypress tree in the world (before a drug addict left a lit cigarette in its trunk allowing it to slowly simmer and burn from the inside out a few years ago... Damnit, Florida! I can only defend you so much). Nay, this compact (7) Big Tree Park has no impressive designations that I know of. It is as modest and unpretentious as it gets and that's what I dig about it. You won't see people lining up to take its picture, or paying fees for parking and entrance. No, she's humble and you'll love her for it.
Because, after all, what does one need other than a big live oak tree with romantic, hanging Spanish moss, and a bench. Right? And so this seemingly unremarkable park is in fact a perfect, wee (8), bitty (9) sanctuary.
Just don't go when I'm there because there isn't room in this teensy (10) park for more than one of us.
(10 synonyms for "small" with no thesaurus. You may in the future refer to me simply as "Andi- poet laureate and wordsmith extraordinaire.") read more