It's bluebell time. I find them enchanting. Enchanting, I tell you.
Magical.
Ethereal.
Otherworldly.
A. May. Zing. Heavy on the zing.
We've got a bunch planted by our creek and I love this batch by our bridge.
Notice 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.
