Oh to be in England...

Now that April's there,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees, some morning, unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf

Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, while the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough

In England - now!

Robert Browning's famous poem seemed most appropriate yesterday when my wife, a Venezuelan, visited a Sussex bluebell wood for the first time in her life.