Each and every year, as a family, we go off to the bluebell woods. There are lots of bluebell woods in the UK. But this is our bluebell woods, because it is where we always go. It is beautiful, and peaceful, and seldom crowded.
With the odd weather patterns we have been having in this country when we go has been getting later and later in the season. I know this as I blogged about it on 25 April, 2011, and on 13 May, 2012. (Oh, seeing the changes in my babies over the past two years is killing me!) What does not change is the joy it gives me to wander through the dappled sunlight each and every time.
The girls have not yet reached the age of eye rolling boredom when told where we are going in this particular instance. Thank goodness, as eye rolling boredom does my head in and I am sure I never, ever did that when I was their age. Ha!
In fact, it did seem like they were enjoying themselves a great deal.
They spent the whole time in the woods without any sibling discord. A small miracle. Even when log wrestling, or whatever you want to call this (if you can tell with all those shadows happening).
Me? I was just happy to be there with my family. I like traditions, things we look forward to doing together. They mark the years and fill those years with good memories.
It has been a blissful long weekend. Hope the sun was shining where you were too.