Bluebells

...trying to exist in our backyard as Pete was out there clipping Frankie's nails, which wasn't going as planned, Woody was rustling through the bluebells, making it difficult to get a clean shot, and Roxy was staring at me, intermittently springing up on all stiff legs as an attention getter, waiting for me to let her in the house and get her something to eat, as usual~ :)