The spring equinox.
Calm is restored after days of gale force winds, the air filled with
birdsong and promise as daisies now decorate the lawn. I tread
lightly in the forest, mindful of the carpet underfoot, picking bunches
of tiny violets and grape hyacinths (muscari) that are clustering on
the sundrenched field that borders the woods, following the path by
the stream that once again flows gently after the storms.