Bluebell time

For May. Majorelle dancing racemes quiver in the whispering breeze. Enchanting scent drifts eerily through reassuringly silent glade. Languid air occasionally pierced by cheerful birdsong. Constancy of annual remembrance. Fading memories tenderly revisited. Counting among fulfillment another twelve months shelter from darkness. Wraith-like shadows melted by shards of aureate light. As ghostly nostalgia is laid to rest once more.