I absolutely love and adore this time of year when Spring is in full throttle and there might even be some teensy whiffs of early Summer in the air. The days are long and light and the trees are slowly starting to green up again after their sleep. It's all so uplifting and beautiful out there!
A trip to Bolton Abbey to take in the bluebells has become something of a May-must-do for us, and despite the long winter and slow start to Spring the bluebells have arrived pretty much bang on time this year.
Over the years, I've noticed that not one member of my family appears to care much about whether bluebells are flowering or not. They don't arrive at the start of May with Bluebell Anticipation at the forefront of their minds like I do.
Year after year they look completely baffled when I tell them it's Bluebell Time and therefore it is completely imperative that we go forth into the woodland to Appreciate them.
They are happy enough to indulge me though, and on Saturday we did indeed take a beautiful stroll through the woodland to breathe in the scent of wild garlic and the incredible shades of bluebell blue.
As in previous years I manage to achieve walking harmony by having a large bar of milk chocolate in my bag, and delivering a firm promise of refreshments in the cafe afterwards. I promised all sorts of fizzy drinks and sweet treats, and do you know what? We enjoyed a really peaceful stroll with only the minimum of stick fighting and associated tantrums. Boys eh, the stick thing is only to be expected.
Walking along this quiet pathway through the trees gave me such a jolt of happiness, and made me so glad that we made the effort to get out there amongst it all.
It's not always easy for us to walk as a family of five these days, but gentle persistence (along with edible bribery) does indeed pay off. It was such a lovely way to spend a Saturday morning.
I love bluebells. I love May. Happy me.