The warmth of a sunny weekend offers a glimmer of hope that the long, dreary winter is finally making its exit. Spring is on the horizon. It never ceases to amaze me how green shoots begin to emerge from the bare earth as we approach warmer, sunnier months. Nature is remarkable in its resilience: never faltering, always powering forwards.
The winter work of clearing scrub and trees must finish now spring is looming and birds will soon be nesting. There is still a mountain of work to be completed in this, the last work party of winter. But word is out: permission is granted to cut as much as possible, leaving the clear-up for another week. The delight is palpable. With crazed looks in their eyes and saws in their hands, the woodland workers charge towards a block of silver birch eager to topple these tall, straight and elegant trees. With a creak, a crack, and a thud, down they come one by one.