In the last couple of days the verges and fields round here have turned white and golden with daisies and, my favourite spring flower, dandelions and the woodland edges have a haze of blue forget-me-nots and bluebells. Amelanchier, local to the Lower Greensand, is fighting for notice with the pear trees in the orchard and our laurel, once a tidy hedge now twenty feet high, is about to get in on the act. The bees are spoilt for choice!
