Same Park, Different Walk

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Photography, Places, Poetry
DSC_0473.JPG

Ordsall Park Motif

Salford, 10th May 2018

With the appearence of what seemed to be the slight raise in the mercury, i decided to walk down toward the local park and take a couple of snaps with my trusty Nikon D3100

DSC_0449.JPG

Trees in the Park

DSC_0465.JPG

Sun Peeking through the Apple Blossom

DSC_0466

Apple Blossoms

DSC_0462.JPG

Walking the Dog

DSC_0467.JPG

Spot to Rest

Prolific : Tale of a tree

Garden, Nature, Photography, Seasons

Prolific

DSC_0403.JPG

Salford 19th April 2018

My “little” Acer tree, in the back garden of the house

beginning another set of flowers to signal Spring

We bought it from a garden centre in the pennines , quite a few years ago now, and planted it alongside a couple of dwarf conifers and perennials to give the back of the house a bit of colour!

It was caught out by a really hard frost and snowfall in March, when it should have flowered then.  The mercury in the thermometer refused to budge, so it slept on till the Easter Holiday, and while i celebrated my birthday – one or two of the flowering buds popped out to say “Hello!”.  Soon it’ll be covered in lovely pink and white flowers, and (Northwest English Weather permitting) they’ll be there to brighten up the back garden all the way through summer and early autumn – when it’ll lose its foliage and it’ll prepare itself for the following spring.

Camera Details : Nikon D3100, No flash, Natural light, Yongnuo Prime Lens 58mm

Jungle

Art, Garden, Nature, Outdoors, Poetry

#coloryourworld #cyw #jungle #green #nature

jungle-green

Much more a forest

with lots more trees

a place where mother nature

can be very pleased

 

A backdrop of green

for animals to stay

and their families to thrive

and their young ones to play

 

with colourful characters

living up in their tree

living off produce

of the flora and bee

 

Playing in mud

and washing in falls

the little cubs having fun

and having a ball!

 

Enjoying the Greenery

Nature, Outdoors, Parks

In response to the daily post Nostalgia

Green Leaves….

oak
leaves

they bring back memories of many an event.

Festivals and Fetes on the large patch of green opposite Nine Acre Court.

I always wondered if the name of the flats had anything to do with the Tudor hall nearby,

It brought back memories of visiting my Aunt in the flats near to Nine Acre, sadly no longer there…though Nine acre has had a facelift…Brick Red changed to white and blue from behind the park.

Days of being younger, in my hometown of Salford, where the metropolis outspread the greenspace.

Not that it wasn’t there – those who read my pieces on the local parks would tell you there were pockets of green to enjoy.

Image result for ordsall park

Walking through Ordsall , Peel and Buile Hill Parks in Spring, gave you a wonderful hit of the seasons…as the young played on swings and the older lads played football and the local crown green bowls clubs played on the bowling green

Blossoms covered the carpets of Green when the wind gently blew them off the trees branches.  Swathes of green turned to a carpet of pink, yellow and white.

DSC00052.JPG

As the seasons changed – so did the colours – towards the end of summer the deciduous residents of Salford’s parks turned from green to yellow to red.  eventually the leaves would turn brown and fall off the tree – and made a wonderful noise as you walked through them.    If dry enough a crisp dry crunch as you stepped on them. Then during the winter, if lucky layers of snow would cover the ground like a canvas and the fallen leaves would shine like diamonds in the winter sun, painted by frost and snow.

Helicopters

Nature

IMG_0248

Not what you’re thinking – another of my nature poems – this time on the humble sycamore tree.

also appears on allpoetry.com

The seeds hang paired
from the branches of the tree
awaiting the time
and new places to see

 

Powered by the wind
the seed flies in th’air
as they leave the tree
without a care

And in the wind,
the seed it does turn
and flies off for miles
till a rest it does earn

and the helicopters land
on the soil lush and brown
leaving their seed
in a place in the ground