“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.” P D James
“The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.”
This poem beautifully fits my walk through the wood today, where the bluebells were looking absolutely magnificent and the birds were singing so cheerfully. There isn’t a better place on earth to be right now.