"Whether in winter or summer, spring or autumn, it’s always got its fun and its excitements." The Wind in the Willows ~ Kenneth Grahame May is a funny, in-between month where I live. The beautiful glory of autumn, heralded at the start of April is near over, and the dark, quiet of winter hasn't yet arrived. May, sort of a blip on the seasonal calendar, passes with variable weather and little to inspire me. One thing that I love about reading classic literature is how well they (and by 'they' I mean the characters and the authors) do to live seasonally. They savour the seasons for what they have to offer. In our busy, modern world it can be hard to see the opportunities that each season has to offer. We continue school through winter, and the children's extra ...