Early May is the best time of year, everything is so fresh and green—and there is the promise of summer.
As Winnie the Pooh said in his poem Noise (from Rabbit’s Busy Day, the House at Pooh Corner):
Oh the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming,
Will be fun.
I thought that as I walked up through Hanger Wood near Fingest yesterday evening. There are still bluebells.
And the young beech leaves are at their floating stage
Just beyond the wood there is a lovely view over the Hambleden valley towards Henley.
There were cowslips and wild Arum.
A song thrush was singing vigorously on the path between Fingest and Turville. I have put a recording of it here.
It was about 9pm when I came to the gate into the field above Turville, and it was still daylight.
There is every chance that the summer that is coming will be fun.