Oh to be in England!
After all that exotic Moroccan colour, and after the shock of that wet, cold grey/green return from Fez in early May, Spring has sprung at last - not only sprung, but leapt into full summer heat. Wonderful! The birds sang their hearts out for a while, but now they're becoming drowsily quiet - except for the cawling and cackling of the corvus family. No, not the noisy neighbours, but crows and jackdaws and such. But if you listen hard you can still catch the sweet twitterings of green and goldfinches and a few swifts on the wing.
Our colours might be more subdued, (and these photos don't do them justice, but try just clicking onto one,) but there's nothing like the sounds and scents of an English garden.