Blossom in the Park

I love how this unusually warm and sunny weather makes the most everyday tasks feel a bit different, a bit special. After collecting Bella from school, we've been walking up to our local park instead of going straight home. 

Instead of making a beeline for the playground, we wandered through the park, looking at the blossom, admiring the flowers, Bella and Angus shouting then laughing at the volume and echo of their shouts in the bandstand. In the summer, a brass band plays there on Sunday afternoons. 

The magnolia tree is starting to blossom. A few years ago I planted a magnolia tree in the back garden but it is small and only has a few blooms each Spring. Not like this one.

It was so warm and bright. I regretted wearing ballet pumps and wished I had flip flops on. It's strange for it to be this sunny when there are still so few leaves on the trees.

The park was busy. Mums with small babies sitting on the grass, older people sitting on the benches. The blossom is just beautiful against the blue sky.

Not a big park, but a busy and well used one, doing what it does best - meeting it's community's needs, providing a place where people can walk, ride, sit, think, meet with friends.

After a visit to the playground we bought ice creams, and when we got home the children ate their tea in the garden and played outside until it was bath time. Good times.