Sunday, 25 March 2012
The Power of the Wild Bluebell
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.