Sweet lovers, Shakespeare reminds us, love the spring. How can they not? All that wonderfully wanton colour, all that sensual fragrancy, all those budding promises of new life. And, lest we forget, all those yummy insects.
For birds adore spring as well. Every year, regular as clockwork, hundreds of millions of our feathered friends take flight and head north.
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