I wanted to write something original.  The idea for “bluebells” came from a mashup of experiences. A wonderful older lady, Maggie, I had met in London. She had once said to me: “I wonder if I’ll be around in the Spring when the Bluebells come up?” I always thought that was such a profound question to ask. It invites one to take an inventory of their life and reflect.  That interaction along with a friendship I had made with an Amish man, Alan, from Crab Orchard, Ky. He’s larger than life and yet bound to the simplicity of the Amish lifestyle. Oh the stories he would tell! Lastly, I had come across a ghost story  from France dated around 500 A.D. I am drawn to all things spiritual–and genuinely enjoy a creepy vibe.

Put it all in a pot, stir it up, and voilá– “bluebells” is born!

Fun Fact: The portrait of Lucy is actually my great grandmother, Elizabeth. And her eyes do follow you no matter where you go in the room.