Bluebells are just magical. It seemed like there were many more this year than previous years that I have been in England.
After an exceptionally warm weekend in May, where we picnicked in a copse beside a patch of bluebells, I knew they would be gone.
And they are no longer. It is June, now. Almost July. The year is whizzing by. The flowers keep changing. Soon it will be foxgloves and poppies. I miss the bluebells. I wish I’d taken more photos of them.
Still, I have these few photos to remind me of their glory.