bluebells

i think these are bluebells... if they aren't i am going to pretend they are =) on march 22nd..it had been 9 years since my mum died of cancer... she was 60 years old which gets younger and younger to me. my mum used to play in the woods behind her english country home on a carpet of bluebells... even as children my brother and i were well versed in the magic of a multitude of bluebells... her stories of playing with fairies as a child =) and her buddies romping through the blue woods... after she died, my brother, my dad and i returned to those woods and scattered her ashes... it was the first time i can remember actually going to those woods...though we'd been to england many times and we went when the bluebells were blooming (in england that is in may) so when march arrived and the bluebells popped out their heads in our front yard, i was filled with gratitude... i felt like my mum was here...sharing in this new place with us... the kids have picked bunches of them and they are swimming in mugs and glasses around the house... such a gift...