There is no mistaking the warm spring winds. Slowly but surely they push aside the cold winter air, leaving that very familiar feeling we all know, but few of us can describe in words. One day, spring is simply upon us, with the promise of more light and a greener landscape. The birds are twittering optimistically and the buds on the bare, brown trees burst into leaves. To me personally, spring has for the last few years also involved a sense of longing, and of happiness, to yet again be able to step into the magical landscape of Munkängarna, on the mountain of Kinnekulle, where the forest is completely taken over by Ramson at this time of the year. I am ridiculously infatuated with ramson. In the early part of spring it forms a green carpet on the forest floor, towards the end of the flowering season it turns into a white layer that covers the ground like snow. It is wondrous and magical.