Mama loves to walk to work in spring. There's a certain "spring" in her walk too. Instead of taking the straight path, she'll usually take a detour, sort of the longer route when she comes home in the evening.
"Not because I don't look forward to being home with you but I need the exercise," she said. "The crisp spring air will do you good too," she continued.
On occasions when she takes Brad and I on one of her walks, she will point out the "scenery" that she sees on the way to work. What a lovely sight. I'm sure you'll agree with me too.
Ooooh...I feel like singing now.
Sunday morning up with the lark
I wish I could take a walk in the park
Hey hey hey
What a beautiful day....
All the streets in our neighbourhood are lined with flowering bottlebrush trees. Lovely...
This cream rose greets us as we walk out of our building.
Standard rose in front of the neighbour's house across the street.
Bright crimson ones adorn the front yard of the house next to it.
This is my personal favourite - pink and bright rose.
Heady smell of the climbing jasmine livens up the atmosphere.
Yellow climbing roses - tiny clusters that tug at your heart.
Purple bauhinia - beautiful but sad as the tree stands alone in front of an abandoned police station.