I'll never forget the pure magic of standing in a bluebell wood in England. So, some years ago I planted a few in hopes that they would spread.
They've not spread, as such, but they've multiplied into largish clumps.
Once the blooms fade, I tell myself, this year I'll divide them and spread them around a bit. They're on a steepish, shady bank behind the house, just above the rock wall. Not a lot of bending and stooping, thank goodness.
This year, for sure.
