With lambs and daffodils everywhere, the imminence of spring is undeniable.
Apple trees and cheery trees are in bloom, so no matter how bad the Northern summer has been, our turn is coming again. This particular “host of golden daffodils”* was nodding in the gentle breeze on a traffic island near Pomare.
Yesterday afternoon was almost warm so I deliberately went in search of previously unseen (by me) views. I came upon this bridge in Upper Hutt. It is a pedestrian bridge that has obviously been there for some time, but until now I had never seen it.
It was mid-afternoon on a weekday so that may explain why it remained empty for most of the time I was there.
It has been a long day.
* “I wandered lonely as a cloud” by William Wordsworth