Every year I take pictures of the bluebell vista, and every year I am disappointed to see how the photos look on the computer. I'm never able to capture the endless view of a blue and green haze extending to the horizon among the tall trees.These will have to do. Trust me, it's so much more ethereal in real life.This is the first year I remember when boots were non-essentials. Not only was it not muddy, it was DRY.Above and below are photos taken standing in the bottom of one of the branches of the creek.Some water was flowing, so it was still possible to wade and float boats and toss rocks (and dried mud) and get dirty. We also spent some time drawing, although I sketched Joe instead of flowers.