I’ve just finished reading a book called “Mennonite in a Little Black Dress”, by Rhoda Janzen. I’m still trying to decide what I really think of the book. It’s in a similar vein to “Eat, Pray, Love”, except the author is going “home” rather than travelling to new places. I suspect I’ll never be sure of my opinion unless I get to meet the writer, which is unlikely – I’d like to discern whether the self-deprecating style is a sincere statement of her views or simply a cynical trick to win the sympathy of the reader. One of the things that struck me most about the book is a question in the points for discussion section at the back: “What qualities would you assiduously avoid in a romantic partner?”. This made me chuckle, then pause for thought. I don’t know what qualities I’d avoid; given my romantic history then this is a topic I should perhaps give more thought. However, over the last month or so I’ve come to recognise one of the qualities I rank very highly, one that always wins me over: enthusiasm. Exhibit enthusiasm about something – what ever it is – and I’m usually hooked (give or take a few reasonable exceptions, of course). This penchant for enthusiasm probably explains why I always develop mini-crushes on all of the Springwatch presenters. And this season is no different.