Spring in England

It is a glorious spring here in England.  Our house is now surrounded by the brilliant yellow glow of the rapeseed fields.  The color is so stunning as to seem unreal.  Perhaps we’re actually in the midst of some pointillist or impressionist landscape?  In the Heath Wood, where Derby and I walked this morning, a blanket of bluebells has emerged from the spring earth.  Spring colors are everywhere;  the light yellowish-green of new leaves, the brownish-yellow of the ducklings, the red of the tulips; and bird song rouses the auditory senses as well.

I haven’t posted now for some time.  Between spending time with the kids who have been on holiday for the past month, playing with and training our new puppy, and a visit from Molly’s parents, I’ve spent very little time in front of the computer.  I’m planning to try to catch up with some of the things we’ve been up to, so expect posts in the next few days about our ski trip to the Dolomites in northern Italy, River’s birthday, Ireland, and Amsterdam.