Today there was the perfect opportunity to visit a park. It’s years since I’ve last been to this park, on the edge of our city centre. It’s small & today it was quiet, well at first. By the entrance on the street there’s a gorgeous tree full of pink blossom. The tree positively fizzes on this spring day. It’s a bit fresh & the sun is reluctant to make an appearance, but it’s lovely to simply wander round the circuit of the park.

There’s a toddler following us with a lady, I guess that’s his Mum. The lad is intent on kicking a small ball as he walks. He manages to stop the ball alongside us & shyly turns back to Mum. His footwork is to be praised, he would put many of today’s so called professionals to shame as he deftly dribbles the ball, keeping it well under control. I wonder if this is a regular pastime for this youngster. He continues past us & displays his skills. I am full of admiration for this lady who gives the lad time & encouragement to develop his skills in walking.

There are ample seats around the park, though sadly one has been vandalised. Today it’s a little chilly to sit in this open space, though one couple have chosen to stop a while. They are quickly joined by a blackbird, looking for crumbs. The birds around the park seem very tame.

There’s still a colourful display of daffodils & the promise of more to come as some earlier varieties begin to fade. I love seeing the trees begin to come alive after the long winter months. Places like Westonbirt would be great to visit, but here, right on my doorstep there is a selection of the most magnificent trees showing new life. I wish I knew the species of tree, but I’m ignorant in my knowledge of shape & form of tree life.

I love to see the leaves unfurl, as they coyly begin their display. Tender green shoots held tight until the moment when warmth & light encourage more to slowly be revealed.