The easter bunny

With returning swifts screaming across the rooftop and golden buttercup pollen gilding his Wellingtons as he strides across the cow meadow, John Lewis-Stempel marvels at the many pleasures of May

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When I was very little – two-and-a-half or three years old – I was given a rabbit fur suit; an all-in-one with a hood. I have a photograph of me wearing it. The photo is very old and worn now, and the

I t’s the summer solstice, and the mountains ...

In an ordinary county in the English Midlands, one writer found and shared the extra ordinary.

It was spring 2013. A little afternoon sunlight was glinting through the rushes into one of the most secret spots in the world: a quarter of a square metre of marsh at RSPB Ynys-hir in Powys where, re