Few words are needed, the pictures seem to say it all. When the bluebells are in bloom, we are pulled to the fields. Picnic in tow, we devour, run, play, and gather the blossoms. It's a tradition we started last year and one we plan to continue for as long as we can. This year, our enjoyment was tempered a bit, the mosquitoes had discovered our flower haven. After 40 minutes, the swatting and itching became too much and we retreated to our car to take in the fields of beauty. Worth it - yes, but next year we could do without the mosquitoes.
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