26th May 2013
How lovely to see the fresh, new, beech leaves unfurling in the Spring time!
“ … shaded lay
The sweet-breathed kine, across the sunny vale,
From hill to hill the wandering rook did sail,
Lazily croaking, ‘midst his dreams of spring,
Nor more awake the pink-foot dove did cling
Unto the beech-bough, murmuring now and then…”