It's bluebell time. I find them enchanting.
Enchanting, I tell you.
A. May. Zing. Heavy on the zing.
We've got a bunch planted by our creek and I love this batch by our bridge.
the repairs at either end of the bridge - Lily and I built that when
she was 5 years old. She pounded every single nail by herself. It's
lasted beautifully all these years, but the ends got a bit mushy from
being in contact with damp ground. The girls replaced seven of the
boards last weekend and I expect we'll get another 13 years out of it.
While they were pounding, I was on the other side of the creek looking for more bluebells.
Because they're enchanting.