I need to see some pictures of Springtime in England because I know its started there and we are still under a deep blanket of snow
Bluebells are my favourite, after all I did name my blog for them.
My Uncle Harold lived on the Isle of White and every bluebell season I think of him
I can imagine Uncle Harold walking through the woods on his way to the village. He would tell me about it, he took a short cut through the copse into the village to buy groceries, listen to the birds and just relax. How I envied that.
One final picture
I am linking up with these parties. The Dedicated House, Make it Pretty Monday