If I’m lucky, I’m only going to get 33 more chances to walk through springtime woodland, carpeted with Bluebells.
If I’m unlucky this spring could be my last. You and I never know when our time is up.
So I make it a priority every year to get out into the woods, to pick a spot where I am surrounded by the flowers and to stop, look, listen and smell.
In a few weeks time the Bluebells will be gone.
Go and catch them before it’s too late.
Because one day it will be.