Spring is bluebell time of year. They pop up everywhere, heads bowing gently to the ground. Our front garden is awash with them, shining their purple and pink. I’d kept meaning to take photos of them, but kept finding something else to do instead. Until one day last week. It rained and rained and rained all morning and early afternoon, but when it finally stopped the sky turned a beautiful blue and the sun blazed. On went the wellington boots, out came the camera, and finally some photos were taken! Raindrops clung to them, glistening in the sunlight. I do love the pink ones, breaking up the sea of purple. Though there is nothing wrong with a sea of purple… … nothing wrong at all!