this is not a bluebell

I set off on this glorious afternoon on a walk to the woods where there are carpets of bluebells, with the aim of getting a lovely photo for my blip. But bluebells are tricky to photograph, the light wasn't what I wanted and although I was exhilarated by the sight and scent of the heavenly blue hyacinths, I just hadn't taken a photo which I was happy with.

Anyway, on my way home, the light was just right for a nice pic of this dandelion clock - just so long as I lay on the tarmac and pointed my camera up towards the sun. (Will we remember not to do this kind of thing when things get back to "normal" and cars and trucks rule the roads again, I wonder?)

A passing runner didn't even bat an eyelid as he passed me by.