Penyrallt Woods at Bluebell Time

                                                

                                                This morning the dogs & I walked through our bluebell woods, It was glorious in the cool shadows of the trees where the thick growth of young ferns and small woodland plants were shown to their best advantage with the cerulean tints of the bluebells hanging in miniature croziers and with the birds singing and the small river rippling across the stones in the dappled light it was 'very bliss'.