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.