This one is for you, Rach...
Is it just me, or is this time of year utterly jaw-droppingly beautiful? Perhaps it is just living in Devon. The rolling countryside is waking up from spring in a wondrous way and if you stop and watch you can literally see the ferns unfurling their fronds all along the hedgerows. The wildflowers are getting into their stride and we're seeing more than just green and yellow now. Our drive to school this week has been hijacked by foxgloves. I have to stop when we spot an open one. They are the perfect kooky hangout for fairies so we have to see if one is at home! The red campions are singing their song (Silene dioica aka the cuckoo-flower.) They remind me of my paternal grandfather who taught me this wonderful poem as a young child - it is anonymous and has a few different versions. I love that for a country ditty, there is much truth and sense behind it. The...