The fact that after 60 years I appear to have 'grown out' of terrible hayfever and can finally enjoy the month of June, drinking in the great British outdoors, grass, trees, sunshine and all the lovely flowers colours and scents...I can now reclne on a garden chair and read under a parasol instead of behind closed curtains through puffball, sore and itchy eyes! I used to be able to set the clock for June 1st and would be in sheer sneezing, sniffling, misery until after my birthday, the 27th. Being 63 rocks!