Monday, 9 May 2011


When we lived in Australia, one of my treasured memories of being a small girl in England was the bluebell wood in Spring....I could almost smell the faint hyacinth scent and feel the wet sappy stems in my fingers if I wished hard enough....

Now I'm all grown up, I realise that pulling up these woodland beauties is not only illegal but guaranteed disappointment! There's no sadder sight than an armful of bluebells thrown down, wilted and withered, by someone who didn't realise they wouldn't even survive until they got home....They are meant to be enjoyed like this, growing under the beech trees, sunlight dancing on their blue bell flowers, filtered through the bright green soft new leaves above. Now we are living here again, I insist on an annual pilgrimage to a bluebell wood, to breath in the scent and marvel at the blue carpet before me, as far as the eye can see, in every direction.......

Truly an experience for every sense............this would have to be in my personal
'Must Do Whilst On This Planet' list.....hmmm, now there's an idea..........Happy week...........s


  1. Hi Susie,
    Well, there is no more beautiful a sight than a bluebell wood in full bloom. Just beautiful.
    So sorry that I haven't been around for a while.....massive computer and Blogger problems ..... HUGE !! I am hopefully back on track now but, I'm not holding my breath !!
    Hope you and yours are well and enjoying the most glorious weather that we are having. XXXX

  2. We have just spent the weekend planting lots of bluebells, so it was lovely to come home and see them on your post. :-)

  3. Well, it's on my 'must do list' now! I've never seen bluebells, much less a sea of bluebells. How could you leave this place! It's breathtaking... happened to stumble upon your blog and its beautiful.
    Karen Xavier.