Clumps of bluebells dot the woods these days. I have a growing patch of them in my garden. A few stems, an old book and some sea glass led to a fun session playing with my camera.
The book I used was Cross Creek by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Later, I thought it would have been more apt to choose an English author - Jane Austen or one of the Bronte sisters. Ah well. Next time.
Rain drips down this afternoon and there's a cozy fire burning. A real change after a week of summery weather. Spring is capricious around here, blowing hot or cold with sudden change. Still, who can complain when bluebells are blooming?
Linking to Mosaic Monday hosted by Mary of the Little Red House.