In England now!

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!

Robert Browning wrote so beautifully! Well, he was a little mistaken because this morning I did wake in England aware of the tiny leaves and chaffinch singing in the trees!
The woods of Temple Newsam House are so beautiful just now. Some trees have that lightest, almost shy, green of Spring; the scents are just beginning to take us by surprise again - that new growth smell that comes with freshly cut grass and turned earth. It was misty today as it took a long time for the sun - which was the clearest solar disc through the mist - a long time to dispel that. It gave everything such a mystical air that was so incredibly lovely.
So, a century later, Mr. Browning, what you wrote is still so true and beautiful!