So. It’s May. I have never been as awed by the changing of the seasons as I have this year. Every fortnight or so seems to bring a new wave of growth – flowers, bursting seedpods. These past weeks have brought the beautiful pink and red hawthorns, the azaleas, purple wisteria and lemon yellow laburnum. Every horse chestnut tree is covered in candelabras of white and pink blossoms. The bluebells are all dying now, although I was lucky enough to catch them at their peak at the Ashridge Estate.
Sometimes I feel stupid for talking about the seasons and the weather so much. People often say it’s a very English obsession – probably true as it is so liable to change on this little green island. The diversity is incredible though. Whilst in Florida in December I was continually struck by the thought that England is about the size (or slightly smaller) than the state of Florida, yet I think it is so much more diverse, both in regional flora and fauna, in accents and word usage and in landscape. Must be something in the water.