We have a wood about 2 miles walk from the village. It’s a beautiful place. But for one month it becomes truly magical. It becomes carpeted in bluebells. Hence it’s nickname – Bluebell Wood. For the last few years the Bluebells have appeared mid April. So off we marched.
On the way we passed the farmers ‘manure’ heap.
Pointing at it “Son that is some cow….”
He just looked at me with that puzzled look. “Dad the herd is about 100 strong. It’s probably taken all the cows the last few months to produce that”
So we moved on. Now I remember using the same joke last year and getting the same response.
Anyway we arrive at Bluebell Wood.
Currently it is called ‘The not at all Blue Wood”. Anyway it’s still beautiful and son had many a good dream.
As we arrived back home Son pointed to the side of the door. In the end we got a bit of a flower fix.