Sights and Smells of Spring!

Never did sun more beautifully steep 

   In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; 

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! 

   The river glideth at his own sweet will:  

Upon Westminster Bridge, William Wordsworth

• The clocks have gone forward for British Summer-time and, as I shut in the hens for the night, I notice bats circling in the dusk.
• The crescent shaped moon shines brightly through the bare silhouetted trees which have not yet come into bud.
• The fragrance of Viburnum  bush wafts through the garden in the warm air and the redcurrant bush is in full bloom.