On the bank in my garden leaves of bluebells are massing, ready to bubble forth in flower late in April.
G., who has a writer's eye, took this photo on his phone: it is a wild bluebell in flower in the wild woods a short distance from here. Almost buried in last year's dead leaves and grasses and tangled in importunate ivy, this ancient flower stands there heralding a proper, wild spring.
The bluebells, long naturalised in my garden, will be a paler, more apologetic blue, having lost their wild power.
Thank you for the thought, G.
The first of the bluebells to rival 'the first of the snowdrops' - also to be found in your garden. Wonderful! GW
ReplyDeleteYou would know ... I was thinking that maybe I am better at wild than tame. I like your stand and stare photo...V mysterious. wx
ReplyDeleteLovely - they have bluebells in italy, but not so many - hiding in damp, shady places with a few clumps of primroses. The woods are carpeted by white wood anemones, violets,hellebore and wild garlic. But in a few weeks it will be hot and dry and the wildflowers will vanish.
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