My girl is obsessed by parallax

From the pram-eye view the world is a huge place, whirling like a galaxy from the proscenium arch of her canopy. That near trees and branches move and catch the light against the long-view and the background delights her.

The whole park moves, while she lies, schnuggled up in a blanket in a bed on wheels. I share her joy in parallax. The park becomes an abstract kinetic sculpture.

The lime leaves here throw back pure green to the receiving retini. Is lime green lime like a lime citrus fruit, or lime like lime tree leaves?

May may tree

Since it is almost not May anymore, the next dryad tree spirit has to feature the May in full blossom. This solitary flowering specimen grows on the south edge of the lateral east/west path and bike path, just to the north of the recently resurfaced football field. A brash, blushing, sturdy thing it splurges unlikely colour in a thick froth. Now June is coming at the end of this week and the major expostulation of bloom is over, so here it is for the last entry in May: the May tree

The Lime at the Corner

The Lime at the inner corner, on South Field - the field which has become the chill-space where people sunbathe and canoodle the most. I think it is has become the top picnic spot as it is not on the way to anywhere and the park goes right up the edge here. It is near the sweet modernist house, and the derelict park-keeper's house that EVERYONE including Staff, Andrew Stafford has their greedy eyes upon. This grand lime is a soothsayer. It announces the coming of the breeze with its paper thin high leaves before the others are stirring. The sound is a glorious shimmering ripple. Provides a lot of dapple for picnic with baby. Dryad is masculine somehow, and rather tolerant as quite a few people take a cheeky piss at the base of its black trunk.