I think I found a magic park...

...maybe.

It's at the end of my new street.

It's nothing special to look at.

Covered playground, half-basketball court, walking path and lots of dead grass for the winter.

Someone thoughtfully planted trees to shade several metal benches.

The cement path through the length of the park slopes a bit which makes it perfect for Grandlittles on scooters and skates.

There are hundreds of parks almost EXACTLY like this one (possibly without the trees for shade) but the appearance of the park isn't really what makes it magic.

It's the people.

It makes them nice.

And friendly.

This is the 5th neighborhood I've lived in here in Arizona.

People rarely talk to you at the parks.

Sure, they nod, or even say things like, "Wow!  That's a pretty dog!", but they don't really, really talk to you.

Since we've moved in several weeks ago I've had FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND COUPLES talk to me at the park.

There was a man and his wife from India who were visiting their grandchildren.   We had a lively conversation about India and travel.

There was a man walking a poodle who stopped to talk and ended up spending 20 minutes discussing the merits of poodles versus other dogs.

Others said, 'Are you new to the neighborhood?   Oh, you'll love it here!" and then proceeded to talk about restaurants and stores in the surrounding area.

And this past Saturday there was a lovely angel of a woman who saw Mr. Jenny and I struggling trying to figure out our new i-phone (Yes!   We finally came kicking and screaming into the world of touch pads and wifi!).

She just walked over to where we were sitting on a bench trying to make it work and said, "Can I help you with that?"

And then she did.

For at least 45 minutes.

While her two boys and our youngest Grandlittle and new neighbor girl friend played frisbee and scootered, she patiently showed us how to get and send e-mail, close programs, do a photo stream.

She didn't laugh at us when the pictures didn't turn out because a) we didn't have the case on right and b) we didn't take the protective plastic off the camera lense.

Whipping the case off and removing the plastic she reassured us, "You will love this...it just takes a little time!"

She's probably right.

We probably WILL love it once we get it all figured out.

In the meantime, we'll simple love our magic park.

And the neat people we are meeting in it!