Deeper into the wood attention is directed toward the large bitter cress. It is much more charming than it close relative, the bitter land cress that spreads freely over my allotment.
The soft shafts of sunlight highlight swathes of greater stitchwort frequently punctuated with English bluebells. It just lifts the spirit.
The hawthorn flower is looking very lovely as we exit the wood. What else can we expect in mid May?