The most wonderful time of the year, or so they say. To the world weary mind the days are cold and grey; where childhood’s a distant dream of hope and love, an imagination brought alive simply looking above. So don’t say those unfair words like humbug to me, I just yearn for spring’s return, it’s my simple plea
Where I grew up, which was once part of the Danelaw, we called it ‘keck’, a common name for cow parsley; some call it wild chervil, or even Queen Anne’s Lace. Well, it sounds like an ancient Norse word, but it could equally be good old Old English. Either way, it is characteristic of this time of year, as spring turns into summer.