Unter den Buchen!

Somehow the fresh, bright green of new beech leaves is more redolent of Spring than almost anything else (except perhaps the first flush of green in the hedges)! Perhaps it's because of the magnificent avenue of beech trees on the main road to Bronant, or perhaps it's this row, which must once have been a farm boundary on the old lane with this gate leading into the home field where I'm standing. Behind the small stand of trees just visible under the spreading branches of the beech, lies small field and the old farm house where I live.