Bluebells

Somewhere back in my journal I recounted the sad tale of how I missed out on seeing the bluebell fields on a trip to Wales because I was with friends who had health problems and we had to cut some things out of our sightseeing adventure.  These were (and still are) dear, dear friends and I'm very fond of them but at the time I was torn between anger/disappointment/and a number of other unhealthy emotions, all because I couldn't go on a bluebell walk at one of the National Trust sites.  It was sort of a muted, internal temper tantrum but I got over it of course and remembered very quickly that were it not for these lovely people I wouldn't be seeing Wales at all. 

There are a surprising number of bluebells growing where I live; some are even in my front yard --- most are along roadsides, so I'm not totally deprived although I would still love to see a whole field of them so that experience is on my bucket list.  It's actually closer to #1on the list than seeing the view from the top of Mt Everest, so it has a good chance of happening.  FYI, I don't want to climb Mt. Everest, I just want to be dropped on top so I can see the view.