In A Sea of Bluebells

I don't think spring blossoms used to dominate my feed as much before I moved to Ireland, but since coming here I feel very attuned to every new bud. Part it comes from living inside a park; our gatehouse is perched at the edge of a former manor house's property. The gatehouse would be manned by a gatekeeper who would keep track of who entered the property and was permitted up to the manor house. These days the manor house is used for offices and the grounds of the house have been broken up into orchards and a public park. Our house still stands at the former gates, just at the edge of the park; making orchards, fields, and woodland walks literally on our doorstep. If...