In our nearest local park it's blossom time.
Last year when we walked here the blossom trees had been ravaged by the wind and rain and browning petals were strewn across the paths, damp, sticky and clinging to the soles of our boots.
This morning the air was warm and dry and the trees sparkled in the gentle sunlight.
Their drooping heads were dancing in the slight breeze.
On our way back to the main gates I noticed that some of the Rhododendrons were in flower.
Next week we'll go back to Hem Heath Woods where I took you in my last but one post to see if the bluebells are in flower. Something I always look forward to.