I almost suffered the same fate twice.
Just last week---exactly five weeks before moving back to the US---I discovered that we have our own bluebell forest, Bois de Hal, right here in the Brussels area. It turns out that bluebells are native to Belgium as well as a few other countries in northern Europe. I was told that they were at the peak of their glorious bloom now. So, this evening after dinner, we packed the kids in the car and headed south for a walk in the woods.
Wow. I have to admit that I never understood the grand excitement over seeing bluebells. I mean, really, how spectacular could a few blue flowers be? Boy, was I in for an awakening.
Spectacular they were...and then some. There is really no adequate way to describe the magical, mystical experience of witnessing the soft carpet of lavendar blue covering the forest as far as the eye can see. It was like entering a fairyland, especially with all of the little sprites and pixies flitting about me. Because of our late arrival, we were practically alone in that peaceful place. I could have walked the paths for hours.
These tiny flowers offered us the perfect ending to a cherished visit with my brother- and sister-in-law and their beautiful children. Tomorrow they fly back to Nebraska...but we will all carry this special evening with us for a long, long time.
The good Lord certainly does know how to put on a show.
His mercy endures forever.
