Bluets are a favorite of mine from childhood. They grow in shallow crummy soil where not much else wants to grow. They are here for just a couple of weeks in the spring and send up a wonder sweet fragrance. I have memories of gathering these in the sugar house pasture with my cousin Jennifer. We would get a baskets and fill them full and carry them home to our mothers. A few would make it into a small vase on the kitchen window sill and the rest we may have tossed in the air and twirled around.