Wild bluebells.

This beautiful photo, taken by my daughter, was in my inbox today.  It was titled the last of the bluebells, as most are gone by May.  It reminds me of the years spent in England, when they would be scattered in woods, hedgerows, and literally popup anyway.

I love flowers that grow wild.


  1. I agree. I prefer a controlled, wild appearance, if that makes sense. I want plants, water & rocks to look as though they chose to live there. I do not like the energy of prestine, human-designed gardens that look too manicured. And Bluebells have a whimsy about them, I think.

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