A spring walk through Chestnut Hill affords many delights. The sunshine, although not particularly warm, is bright. So bright, Superman needs shades. I've never actually put my sunglasses on William, but he was enthralled and kept them on most of the walk. Funny dude. We saw Witch Hazel blooming, like curried coconut. Purple and yellow crocus bulbs shooting through the ground. And fuzzy buds on trees that "tick--ooed" when you touched it. M kept a running commentary through the walk. Till the end, when she became a heavy, soft, weight on my back.