A lovely image. Having spent childhood holidays among cousins in the countryside of Derbyshire, I remember days spent building stepping stones and bridges over the valley’s brook, as well as picking some of the wild bluebells carpeting its slopes.  It’s when I learned that wild flowers often wilt when picked, and so are better left and enjoyed in situ.
‘From this last trouble the Broxton and Hayslope farmers, on their pleasant uplands and in their brook-watered valleys, had not suffered.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 337
