We were all a little tired after a weekend of travel, camping, upset stomachs, and church meetings. It would have been easy to collapse on Sunday night, but we didn't. Instead we headed to the Bois de Halle outside of Brussels to see the fabled bluebells in the forest. Magic. The only thing more wonderful than the sight of these violet colored flowers was their scent permeating the woods.

More images of the bluebells are in my online Photo Album.

April 22, 2007