It's probably one of the reasons I like the color blue or that purply blue that has no name. When ever I see these bluebells appear I know that spring has arrived. I know that the long winter months are over for another year.
I love the seasons. I love the way they are markers for our life journey. I love the way they change regardless of what is happening in our lives. I love the way they remind that there is something bigger than me out there. I love the way they let me know that nothing stays the same forever. I love the way I know that winter will come again in the following year.
The bluebells remind me of a childhood playground. At my nanna and pop's place. We could run around their big back yard for hours. The bluebells would appear each year and I would always notice them. Even as a child I was aware of the seasons.That nothing stayed the same forever. To make the most of what each day brought.
I stumbled across these bluebells last week as I went about my day to day work. They uplifted me.They reminded me of my childhood playground. They reminded me that life is going on around me and I better keep up. I better make the most of it.