Spring in the Park

A trip to Kings Park is always a pleasure to plan, to enjoy and reminisce over.  Kings Park is celebrating 50 years of spring celebrations and we planned to be part of it.  Celebrations include a jazz band each Sunday, wildflower walks and other delights.  We have a vast array of native wildflowers throughout WA and a variety are grown and displayed in the park. We love the carpet of everlastings, colourful kangaroo paws and regal banksias.
Now a strategy is needed to ensure it is a visit of pleasure and wonderful memories.  Straight after breakfast I helped Merv to dress for the day, packed the water bottles and the sunhats and off we went.  Depending on traffic it is a 30 minute drive and we take the tunnel to Loftus Street; it is something different to do.  At 9:30am we arrived at the park which overlooks Perth City and is a top tourist spot.  We are happy to share our wonderful park but we also like to spend time enjoying it ourselves and often you will find us all there! The traffic was light and I spied empty car spaces. I parked quickly and efficiently.  An hour or two later and the car parks will be full and people will be parking wherever they are allowed to.
The air was still cool but warm in the sun.  We took off into the heart of the park, strolling along enjoying the many beautiful and colourful wildflowers.  We ventured on the 'treetops walk,' a bridge which provides incredible views of the city and sits
above the tree tops. I wanted to try out my new Sony compact camera and fiddled with the knobs and buttons trying out all types of wizardry.  I was quite happy with the results.  Merv held my hand as I kept him securely on the path which we shared with a crowd of people.  It is good for him to get out and enjoy his world.  Merv loves his morning tea and we found a seat in the park café.  Merv had a scone and chocolate milkshake and Mel and I shared organic fruit toast with cottage cheese.  It was delightful.  I can't wait to come back and order again!  Afterwards we walked down to the Bali memorial area, in memory of the Western Australians who died during the Bali bombings in 2002.  It is a place to rest, reflect and find peace.  The day was warming up and we retraced our steps to the car park where frustrated drivers were waiting for a space to park.  As we exited the park, a stream of cars were bumper to bumper awaiting their chance to enjoy what we had today.  I am so glad we went early and all our memories are good ones.