As we drive through the lanes, the verges froth with a lather of cow parsley; the hedges are downy with hawthorn and pink-tipped crabapple blossom. Starlike wild garlic flowers carpet the woodland, and spill down the banks. Overhead, the trees unfurl their vibrant new green leaves. Atop the Cotswold escarpment, the common is speckled with glowing yellow buttercups, sweet daisies and pale cowslips. We inhale the dewy scent of cow parsley and the strong aroma of wild garlic. The baby sits, joyfully picking one buttercup after another. Of all the months of the year in the English countryside, it is glorious May that most gladdens my heart.