I love bluebell time...longer days...more time to do things "after tea"...it's become a bit of a ritual, annually placing bluebells in this bluebell jug. And they smell soooooo wonderfully English. These are actually from my garden..because of course, you shouldn't go picking wild flowers! I do remember my childhood days of the 70s when we would come home with buckets of these magical blooms...I was enchanted, even then.
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