Suddenly the gold of dandelions covers the steep bank beside the street. Not many days ago there were one or two, reluctantly early half-blooming. Now they are countless and there will be many more, wide open and golden ,brightening the whole street.
Above them flowering currents droop and an occasional horse tail pushes through. A few catkins have dropped into the thickening grass. The sun shines hazily and encourages all the growth.