It’s the first time in two months I have been to Watling Wood. Life has changed dramatically since the last time I visited and so has the wood. The trees look sparse, naked, devoid of their autumnal leaves. In their place though chartreuse green sprouts are beginning to break their buds and catkins swing in the cold wind on long, thin branches. The heavy rain of the last week has filled the stream and ponds reflecting a blue spring sky. Bronze leaf fall is giving way to spikes of daffodil stems and the dainty white heads of snowdrops.