Spring is such an optimistic time of year. But spring in the woods, when the sun filters through the trees and everything is that particularly lush, verdant shade of green, like a green concentrate - that's impressive, and not to be missed. It makes me feel wide awake and grateful to be surrounded by so much colour. Suddenly there are leaf canopies overhead and cow parsley in the hedgerows. The kids found long sticks and played Room on the Broom with them - my two always walk for much longer and complain a lot less when their cousins are there. We admired picturesque cottages and grand houses, tried to identify wild flowers and talked a lot about how pretty the woods are right now. And, this afternoon, on a long, circuitous family walk, we found some bluebells. And not just a few, but a carpet. They went as far into the woods as I could see and my heart sped up when I saw them.