I used to ride my bike down here when I was a little girl, climb the bluff, and sit on a soft carpet of green moss under an ancient oak. I did a lot of day dreaming here.
Kim took them this morning, Katie. We try to go down and see the bluebells every year. The spot is only about a mile and a half from here.
This whole area was underwater during the recent spring floods, but the bluebells seem to like that.
So did the wildflowers in my woods. I've had all sorts of things come up that I thought were dead.
Thanks for the photos, as I sit in here complaining that I have to take the dog out one final time with the no-see-ums waiting for their dinner. I never thought about that when I lived up there. Beautiful, beautiful. Happy spring!
Thanks for the pictures, Constance. They are beautiful. There is a street in my town with big old Victorian houses and the one yard is full of those bluebells. What a beautiful sight every spring.