It's May, and the sculptural tree stump from my February post is now knee-deep in bluebells
The brilliant white flowers of stitchwort form drifts along hedgerows and verges....
...sometimes sharing a sunny bank with bluebells
"Apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet."
--LM Montgomery, one of the Anne of Green Gables books
There's an old saying, "It isn't spring until you can cover seven daisies with your shoe."
I have small feet. I think this counts.
Summer is icumen in.