English Bluebells!

It was as usual a day of Zoom calls. But right in the middle of all those Zoom calls, we got in the car and traveled fifteen minutes to get to the home of a woman in the ward who invited us to come see the bluebells in the forest near her home.  We have a backyard castle, she has a backyard forest. Ah the beauties of England!



It had been raining this morning and was absolutely gorgeous. SK and I wandered through this magnificent forest with our mouths open in wonder. The pictures don't begin to do it justice.  Our friend Shelley, said that the bluebells were beginning to die out, and will be gone in days until next Spring.
They are English Bluebells - and as such, only grown in England.  Spanish bluebells stand upright, but English bluebells gracefully bend to the side. Legend has it that the forests where they grow are enchanted, and I completely believe it.

Shelley offered to let us use a pair of their "wellies" or rubber boots, and she looked to be the very picture of England.  I wonder if I ought to purchase some before we return to Arizona.  Of course the question is when and where would I ever use them, but they are charming, and an absolute must if you are wandering around forests after a rainstorm.

Unfortunately, we declined. I slogged around in the mud once we got into the forest.  It was hilly and wet, but so charming!
Scrambling up this rise, Isn't she cute in her wellies? This is the fateful little hill where I slipped in a most ungraceful way and fell forward on both knees, getting covered in mud. Both knees had thick dark mud in circles about 9 inches around, and my hands! - mud oozed between my fingers and up under the fingernails. I had nothing to use to clean myself off, but Shelley had a couple of tissues which were quite inadequate, but helped. By the time we got back to the car, it had partially dried and we came right home, where I showered, ran my coat and pants and socks through the washing machine, and scrubbed my shoes.



Shelley and her husband have lived here for nearly 10 years, and are agonizing whether or not to go "home" to Boston. If I were she, I would have a very difficult time leaving that forest! I would have to have the whole family move here, and that might be a bit of a challenge.

We had Family Home Evening with the Iceland Young Adults. It was fun. One of the young adults there was a missionary in Denmark when we served there, and said he remembered us!!! Amazing. A zone meeting at 9 pm completed a beautiful day.


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melissa said…
Walking in an enchanted forest with bluebells!! I wouldn’t have minded the mud...unless I fell in it. Yikes!
May 10, 2021 at 5:59 PM
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