Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf..." so wrote Robert Browning of April in England in his Home Thoughts from Abroad. Looking at those numerous "tiny" leaves these last few days it has been on my mind. Although he describes the Chaffinch singing on the orchard bough, on my recent walks I have found the melodious, lazy Blackbird's song and the laugh of the flight-dipping Green Woodpecker the most evocative.
I will divide this into two posts- first the leaves:
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