In late spring the simple 'Cuckoo' song gently wafting along…
Wondering around your local parks and woodlands in spring, you can almost hear trees creaking as the sap rises. All manner of sticky, sap laden buds start to open up and for me, the colours of spring are the acid, lime and bronze greens glowing in the sun. It’s a wonderful time of year, if not the best time of year, full of promise and prospects of warmth.
Nestling on the woodland floor, whilst the canopy has yet to screen out the available light, bluebells, wood anemones, primroses, ransoms all racing to set their flowers. It’s magical wandering through local woods, particularly if you’ve taken your faithful hound. Of course the big event is the bluebell flowering, which is one of the high points of the natural year.
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