Bluebells

This way ages ago, but who minds looking at bluebells at any time of year?  No one, that's who!  Plus, I figured all you semi-desert-dwellers might appreciate a spot of color at this point.

it's odd to see Miriam's hair so long here -- she had it chopped in June

 The girls spent a good part of the time giving Mom a heart attack.

...or getting muddy in a delicious mud puddle Katie found.

The boys spent their time getting their pants wet and throwing rocks in the stream.

 
 ...and, of course, finding the largest sticks they could carry.

The bluebells are like magic -- they surprise me with their beauty every year.

 And they make everybody happy!