A most delicious month of young things growing, of brilliant greenery and dazzling flowers.
Enid Blyton's Book of the Year by Enid Blyton
When I was young, my favourite book was Enid Blyton's Book of the Year. It's written a little bit like a magazine with stories, mottoes, poems, puzzles, plays and songs. Many an evening was spent poring over the pages by the light of the landing light, my heart jumping for joy if I stumbled across a morsel I hadn't read before or that had (shockingly!) been forgotten.
Perhaps even then - or especially then - I intuitively understood the importance of the rhythm of the seasons and maybe that's why the spring always leads me back to it's familiar pages.
Linking up with April prompts at Writealm.