April 4th – A quick run across Kings Hill Park to B&Q reminded me that although the day was grey and damp, spring was getting on with the job anyway.
A hint of sunshine and this place will be an absolute riot of colour.
Gorgeous as it is, but some warm sun and happiness would really make this fabulous… I hope the weather gods are listening!
April 3rd – The day had been beautiful, but the late afternoon was punctuated by frighteningly intense rain and hail storms, and riding back home tentatively in light drizzle, my tenacity was rewarded with one of the finest rainbows I’ve ever seen.
Wednesbury was a great place to catch it, and it was worth the soaking.
The weather doesn’t have to be good to have a beautiful day…
April 3rd – A better day. I set off to work in Darlaston on a pleasant, warm and sunny morning, and then rode over to Tipton at lunchtime.
I was reminded why I love this place, and what the Black Country has my heart; The view of Church Hill, Wednesbury and the twin sisters from Ocker Hill was bustling, frenetic, and yet home to me. Then at Tipton, the canalside park devoted to William Perry, the Tipton Slasher and prize fighter of folklore was gorgeous and peaceful.
You can’t beat the Black Country.
March 27th – A wet, cold unpleasant commute in both directions made for a horrible day, but seeing wild primroses in bloom defying the gloom on a roadside verge in Wednesbury really cheered me up.
Joy and the relief it provides can come from unexpected places.
March 26th – My goodness I’m having trouble keeping up with this this week, apologies – have no fear, normal service will be resumed forthwith!
Spring is coming to the hedgerows, edgelands and waysides, almost in spite of the lousy weather generally. Although we’re having some good days, mostly the weather is still grey and cold, and Winter is beginning to feel like the unwanted, hated guest that will never leave.
Nature is doing it’s very best to push winter away – the daffodils are well on the way now, with the large beds on roadsides starting to come out, and to my surprise, ornamental prime blossom on a trading estate in Telford.
There’s brightness, as there always is. But you have to look for it. Hard.
March 15th – Spring is in residence at Kings Hill Park, Darlaston.
The sun rises not long after six am, and sets not long after 6pm.
We are approaching the spring equinox.
Whatever the weather doom-mogers are saying, the light is here. There flowers are arriving. Spring is taking to her throne.
Welcome back, your majesty – it’s been a long winter.
February 21st – Meanwhile, in Kings Hill Park the crowds are assembling for a performance.
A host is gathering and although this crowd are miniature, they rather more charming for it.
They can be enjoyed now, or give it a week or so when this lovely park will be bursting with golden charm. A real spring symphony.
February 13th – A horrid, windy, wet day and nipping out in the afternoon on lan errand from work, I passed through Kings Hill Park just as the rain stopped.
Everywhere is sodden, this winter’s weather has been awful. But the flowers here are showing and everything is just waiting for warmth and sun.
Including me. Patience.
February 12th – Also in Kings Hill Park, this plant flowering in the borders. It’s quite, quite beautiful, but I really have no idea what it is.
Anyone any idea, please?
Cheers
February 12th – The miniature daffodils in Kings Hill Park are always early, and after the frost and snow of the previous night had meted away in the afternoon warmth, I popped to take a look.
The park’s spring flowers are really gearing up for a great display now and I was so pleased to see them.
Welcome back, my little yellow flashes of spring. Welcome back.
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