The trees and hedgerows were full of sap and the buds ready to burst into new life.

As one walked down the roads in the bright sunshine, and smelt the fresh winds bearing the scent of springtime, an exquisite feeling of delight filled the soul.

Birds were singing in the sky, and it was pitiful to think that any other thoughts but those of rapture at the joy of living should ever cross the mind.
A sergeant found me a comfortable billet in a house near the Church.

A dear old man and his two venerable daughters were the only occupants.
Like all the French people we met, their little home was to them a source of endless joy.

Everything was bright and clean, and they took great pleasure in showing off its beauties.