| After much careful research, I have concluded that April and May are the finest months of the year in England. In April the world bursts back to life after winter, and by May the ‘micro-rewilding’ patch of garden outside my writing shed (from whence comes this shouting) is head high with frothy white cow parsley.
It is the season for getting on your bike, making plans for weekend microadventures, or at the very least squeezing in 15 minutes to sit under a tree in your lunch break to notice the magnificence of May. Send me a photo!
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