It's calmer in the woods now. The frenzy of spring bird song has petered out to a background conversation of chirps and short songs. It's almost a relief for it to be calmer. The woods are ready to relax into summer. Spring is so urgent.
Spring song has been replaced by the buzzing and whining of insects in the pink bramble flowers.
Boggy paths are all dried up, now bouncy underfoot, layer upon layer of leaf mound laid down over decades.
Tracks that were bold and clearly visible in the spring are now barely discernible as the brambles and ferns spread over them. You can't see them unless you get down on all fours and see the world from the height of a fox, badger or rabbit.