This morning some of the restrictions have changed so I decided to change things too. I walked one street back from my usual route, heading uphill instead of down because I’m wildly adventurous like that. I strode past three or four houses before I reached the corner and turned down the street that led all the way to the park. I realised I had never - in five years of living in this neighbourhood - walked down this particular stretch.
Hairy Mask Man - that made me chuckle. Cute little gardens in tree lined streets with happy chirpy birds don’t seem to be a priority these days. Sad. Loving these descriptive walks - and learning new words ‘Parkies’. ;-) Xx
I love that photo of the vast green space, and parkies is a great word.
I think it's sad when those old gardens are demolished for the current trend of tiny space and low maintenance. I understand why but still it makes me sad. There's something calming, soothing, almost loving of peering over a low fence to see a garden of colourful messy trees and lower shrubs and flowers. It just feels good.
Your wonderful descriptive writing makes me feel as if I am there with you. I am in New Zealand so our restrictions are not as tough as yours. Your photos are superb.
Hairy Mask Man - that made me chuckle. Cute little gardens in tree lined streets with happy chirpy birds don’t seem to be a priority these days. Sad. Loving these descriptive walks - and learning new words ‘Parkies’. ;-) Xx
I love that photo of the vast green space, and parkies is a great word.
I think it's sad when those old gardens are demolished for the current trend of tiny space and low maintenance. I understand why but still it makes me sad. There's something calming, soothing, almost loving of peering over a low fence to see a garden of colourful messy trees and lower shrubs and flowers. It just feels good.
Cheers Kate
Your wonderful descriptive writing makes me feel as if I am there with you. I am in New Zealand so our restrictions are not as tough as yours. Your photos are superb.