Cinnamon Girl,
Upon reflection, and from the overwhelming evidence presented here, I have to confess that my peurile contribution from yesterday is something of which to be very ashamed.
One cannot help but be humbled by the real beauty of woodland in the spingtime, and even through the sterile medium of a photograph on a computer screen those bluebells affect my soul in a deeper way that a troupe of topless dancing girls could. Seriously.
(However, take me to a Parisian Revue, and fill me with fine champagne and I may debate this point at length, albeit with divided attention.)
Yours
Mike T-23