Museum of Diversity: Ohio Wildflowers

I hadn’t seen a woodland full of bluebells since 1991. I
remember the year because Bill and I were courting, and he took me to a place
in northern Virginia that was knee-high in them. The sun was piercing and warm;
the flowers were dazzling, and I had trouble walking in line, as I was so
busy kneeling and oohing and aahing. I was taken away by the splendor of it
all. I’ve always wanted to see