Padmore Park was reopening which Timothy had felt a little skeptical about. He was especially dubious of the botanical garden that had been created on top of where the massive sinkhole had been. He and his wife and spoken briefly about it. Juliana had said it was fine but she had said it in that way he had come to learn meant she was not one hundred percent certain.

So far, he had mainly stayed at he outskirts of the garden, gazing across it now and then. Tearing his gaze away from it, he headed towards where various hopefuls were preparing for the snow sculpture contest. That was probably a better use of his time than eyeballing the gardens.