Like so much from primary school I can only remember the first 2 lines of an Easter hymn:
“At Easter time the village fayre,
And lovely flowers bloom everywhere”
We would croak out of tune, but the sentiment has stayed with me. No village fayres this year, but no bloomin’ pandemic is stopping those blooming flowers.
Flowers are springing up all over the place. In woodlands there’s a dash to flower and be pollinated before the canopy of leaves high in the trees shuts out the sun. Wood anemones and primroses are at their very best for Easter.