I love other people’s birthdays. This has been mentioned before. But then I am fond of repeating myself. Embrace the inevitable.
A walk with special friends, all of us basking in spring glory. Even us feeble humans could sense the ecstasy of the season, feeding off the energy in each shoot, every leaf. The woods celebrating with swathes of bluebell, orchid, celandine, red campion, stitchwort, green alkanet and greening beeches. Best of all, the majestic beeches.