I thought I would share some Virginia Bluebells that I purchased from a garden show a few years ago. They love the lightly shaded spot where I planted them. I think this is the third year for them. It always makes me so happy to see them come up each year, and know that they made it through the transplanting process.
My forebears brought Virginia Bluebell bulbs with them when they migrated westward from the east coast in the 1700s. They worked their way across the Blue Ridge into Kentucky and eventually landed here in Misery.
The original homestead cabin here was built on a rocky knob sometime around 1840. For several years my wife and I would go there in the spring and dig Bluebells that we then transplanted at our homestead site. They struggled for the first few years but have been increasing steadily since they got settled.
