As the season develops, the colours progress through a spectrum. Green has been everywhere for weeks now and the strong yellows have begun to punctuate it in the woodland. Wild daffodils flower later than their larger and tougher cultivated cousins and the woodland floor was awash today with their sulphuric trumpets.
Joining them were the army of celandines, reclaiming the ground that optimistic scouts have dotted for the last month.
Indeed, lying to photograph the trapezoidal buds of dog mercury, the crushed leaves yield their familiar smell.
After the white comes purple, and the early sweet-violets provide a humble prelude to the symphony of bluebells that will follow.