Yesterday was by far the muddiest of muddy bluebell days. I didn't even bring the bag of notebooks and pencils down to the bank. We hiked the bluebell trail before our friends arrived and it was clear that the day would soon dissolve into a mudfest. So, instead of any organized effort towards nature study and drawing, we settled for a nice hike, some wild playing, and lots of good conversation. A very good day, I think.
They will have faded away by next week. Ah, but it was a very nice time while it lasted.