Found some bluebells the other day…
I used to live at a farmstead that had a large patch of these early spring flowers. They remind me, too, of a jump rope rhyme from when I was a kid. We’d swing the rope back and forth as we sang, Bluebells…cockleshells…eevy, ivy, over. We’d jump over the rope as it swung back and forth. The rope went up and over at the word over. At that point, we’d continue with another jump rope rhyme, but I’ll be darned if I can remember what it was.