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May is the month I associate with bluebells.
And even though I know they are coming, I still can't help but hunt them out come April.
I really should learn to calm my eager heart because, you can't rush nature or her natural formulation of wise ways. Despite my foot tapping impatience.
But I can be forgiven for my love of these delicate little flowers that carpet our very english woodland floors in varying drifts of blue. And if you are not all that into blue, then the heady notes wafting on a light spring breeze surely will capture your heart, because ...
Bluebells galore are simply May's way of batting her floral eyelashes at you.
Eye catching, show stopping, flower candy.