I have a large patch of bluebells in my yard. (Maybe about 10 feet by 12 feet) They are so lovely in the spring. When I had some pine trees cut down and chipped the workers covered up the area where the blue bells would emerge, I had to move at least a foot of chips off that patch. They emerged the next spring thank goodness!
"My wandering glances fell Upon a little trembling flower, A single sweet bluebell." Your close-up photo of the single blue bell is so very sweet. Some times we forget to look closely. There are often whole worlds inside those petals.
! I will never forget that joyful "over-whelming perfume" when walking with good friends through the Galloway woods in Scotland. I had never experienced anything like it. I can smelll it now as I write these words. Thank you, Rebecca for your gorgeous photos, and for the time you spend finding and incorporating meaningful quotes. I know how much time it takes.
Gosh yes, Sharron - thank you for such a lovely reminder to look closely. "There are often whole worlds inside those petals" is a lovely way of putting it.
I too have happy memories of bluebells in Scotland (not the 'bluebells OF Scotland', of course, for they are actually harebells and entirely different) - we were in the Hebrides, and had made it across from Coll to Lunga, which was absolutely covered in bluebells. Lunga has no human settlements or inhabitants, but it is densely and wonderfully populated by a gazillion puffins, and the antics of those gorgeous birds amid the heady scent of the bluebells are things I will never forget.
You're welcome Rebecca! It sure is...it's magnificent and we have a wild baby bunny hanging out by our house. Delaney and I sat on the concrete driveway and watched her for about an hour. LOL! So cute.
Such a picturesque walkway to the local shops! You taught me a year ago that the bluebells in my garden are of the Spanish variety. Lovely to share the UK spring from afar once again. Hugs dear Rebecca. 🤗🤗
Thanks, Beth! The ones in my own garden are the interlopers, too, but they're still very pretty, and I just have to not mind that they're not scented! And yes, we're very lucky that that's our commute to the Village Stores. Our lane itself isn't nearly so beautiful, though - LOL!
What a stunning view and lovely way to wonder in the fields. I happen to spot some pink, white and bluebells at nursery garden yesterday. So I’m hoping to draw them in my sketchbook this week.
I should very much like to walk in those woods with the scent of bluebells wafting around me. The photos are beautiful, as are the flowers. I like their bent heads, and my first thought at seeing them close up, was a single flower saying to me, "I may look humble, which I am, but my scent is all-powerful, in subtly strong way". Go, native bluebells!!
I'm attracted to that blue-violet hue, and equally to the humble bowed head of this unassuming friend. But the fragrance would seal the deal for me. No matter how beautiful the flower, a lack of fragrance is a disappointment for me. I don't much care for the perfumes and scents that permeate our modern existence--dryer sheets, smelly soaps, hair products and room deodorizers--but nature's fragrances never fail to impress. Thanks for evoking all of that, Rebecca.
I agree, Elizabeth - scent is so important, isn't it? My favourite flowers - lilies of the valley - are just on the edge of being over now, but I picked some for in the house last week and they were absolutely glorious - they've got a scent which reminds me of being a little girl.
Speaking of artificial scents, I'm rather cross because my favourite brand of washing detergent has recently been reformulated, and the smell of it is almost sticking in my throat. I don't know whether it's the unfamiliarity of it which is getting my goat, or whether it does actually smell revolting, but I'm not a happy bunny!
Now, why did they have to go and "fix" something that wasn't broken?! It's unscented all the way for me. Occasionally, I'll toss a bit of lavender oil onto a wash cloth to add a sweet scent. The manufactured ones all seem to stick in mine and my goat's throats. LOL!
I'm kicking myself for not remembering that detergents are available without scent - thank you so much, Elizabeth! That's what I'll be looking for next time, absolutely! You're brilliant!
Hey Rebecca! Turns our, we're gardening twins, even though I'm waaaaay across the Pond, and a whole continent besides. Our wood anemones are blooming their hearts out this spring, and I just drove past 10,000,000 bluebells on my way to the eclipse, in Texas. It's flower time! Thx for sharing this reminder to look, enjoy, and most importantly, sniff!
Blue in the garden is always a firm favourite of mine and these pics are drool worthy! I find all your bits of information so fascinating - and, as a Brontë enthusiast myself, I did NOT know that poem, so thank you for that as well. And yes! Just as Rupert the Bear's mummy *always* packed him a bit of cake for his longer jaunts, I'm with you on that as well! (Citing Rupert shows you what a true intellectual I really am lol) Cheers Rebecca xo
Bluebells are one of the nicest things I've enjoyed since moving to the UK, and in no small part thanks to your botanical education. I miss my garden in Devon that was filled with both varieties of bluebells, but there are some nearby here that I can see on our walks, so all is well. Enjoyed this tribute once again, thank you.
I remember this post from the first time I read it. Still delightful. Bluebells are such lovely plants, aren't they? We are fortunate enough to have some in our garden, and there's a bluebell field in a park not a million miles away.
Thanks, Terry! It's always a shame when they're over, but part of the appeal that they're only around for a short time is that it makes it all the more special when spring comes around again. 🌷 And speaking of seasons, wow, it's HOT at the moment! We must be due a thunderstorm..... 👀
What a gorgeous and interesting post Rebecca! I fell in love with your bluebell wooded areas when some of my instagram friends were posting them in their feeds several years ago. They truly have a fairy like quality and must be absolutely jaw dropping to see them in their glory in real life! Your close ups were so beautiful!
I couple of years ago I planted a few bluebells (not sure what kind they are) in my front gardens. When they arrived the first year, I couldn't believe how tiny the little bells were. Just today I noticed that mine were budding once again. I'll be so excited to see them once more this year. Wish I could groupings like yours in full abundance!
Thanks for introducing me to Benningfield's Woodlands book---looks and sounds like a beautiful book.
Thanks for sharing Rebecca---how wonderful you could take this magical walk with your mom! xx
The bluebell is beautiful but the wood anemone is perfection...
Prue, I know just what you mean! I think I love them equally - but in different ways! 😊
I have a large patch of bluebells in my yard. (Maybe about 10 feet by 12 feet) They are so lovely in the spring. When I had some pine trees cut down and chipped the workers covered up the area where the blue bells would emerge, I had to move at least a foot of chips off that patch. They emerged the next spring thank goodness!
Oh Julie, that sounds wonderful! How lovely that you took care of those bluebell bulbs by moving the chips - hurrah for you, and hurrah for nature! 🙌
How lovely!
Thank you, Kerry! 😘
You will never leave a field of bluebells feeling blue. Great story & photos. Thanks!
Oh, what perfect words, Dale, thank you! I've just written them in my journal. Awesome!
"My wandering glances fell Upon a little trembling flower, A single sweet bluebell." Your close-up photo of the single blue bell is so very sweet. Some times we forget to look closely. There are often whole worlds inside those petals.
! I will never forget that joyful "over-whelming perfume" when walking with good friends through the Galloway woods in Scotland. I had never experienced anything like it. I can smelll it now as I write these words. Thank you, Rebecca for your gorgeous photos, and for the time you spend finding and incorporating meaningful quotes. I know how much time it takes.
Gosh yes, Sharron - thank you for such a lovely reminder to look closely. "There are often whole worlds inside those petals" is a lovely way of putting it.
I too have happy memories of bluebells in Scotland (not the 'bluebells OF Scotland', of course, for they are actually harebells and entirely different) - we were in the Hebrides, and had made it across from Coll to Lunga, which was absolutely covered in bluebells. Lunga has no human settlements or inhabitants, but it is densely and wonderfully populated by a gazillion puffins, and the antics of those gorgeous birds amid the heady scent of the bluebells are things I will never forget.
Sounds like heaven to me right about now... thank you Rebecca.
What gorgeous photos Rebecca! Thank you for reminding me to keep noticing...
looking forward to my walk in the woods. :) Have a wonderful weekend.
Thank you so much, Julie! I hope spring is well underway where you are! 😊
You're welcome Rebecca! It sure is...it's magnificent and we have a wild baby bunny hanging out by our house. Delaney and I sat on the concrete driveway and watched her for about an hour. LOL! So cute.
Oh wow, that sounds absolutely adorable! 🥰
It truly was. :)
Love this, Rebecca! What a blessing to share nature's bounties with your mum!
Thank you, Sue! And yes, such a blessing - I'm ever so lucky. 😊❤️🌱
Such a picturesque walkway to the local shops! You taught me a year ago that the bluebells in my garden are of the Spanish variety. Lovely to share the UK spring from afar once again. Hugs dear Rebecca. 🤗🤗
Thanks, Beth! The ones in my own garden are the interlopers, too, but they're still very pretty, and I just have to not mind that they're not scented! And yes, we're very lucky that that's our commute to the Village Stores. Our lane itself isn't nearly so beautiful, though - LOL!
Hugs back, always! 😘
What a stunning view and lovely way to wonder in the fields. I happen to spot some pink, white and bluebells at nursery garden yesterday. So I’m hoping to draw them in my sketchbook this week.
Thanks for sharing the extra info too!
Thank you so much, Susan! I'm loving the sound of those sketchbook pages already! 🎨
I should very much like to walk in those woods with the scent of bluebells wafting around me. The photos are beautiful, as are the flowers. I like their bent heads, and my first thought at seeing them close up, was a single flower saying to me, "I may look humble, which I am, but my scent is all-powerful, in subtly strong way". Go, native bluebells!!
Oh thank you, Mary! The scent of bluebells in a patch of May sunlight really can't be beaten. 😊
I'm attracted to that blue-violet hue, and equally to the humble bowed head of this unassuming friend. But the fragrance would seal the deal for me. No matter how beautiful the flower, a lack of fragrance is a disappointment for me. I don't much care for the perfumes and scents that permeate our modern existence--dryer sheets, smelly soaps, hair products and room deodorizers--but nature's fragrances never fail to impress. Thanks for evoking all of that, Rebecca.
I agree, Elizabeth - scent is so important, isn't it? My favourite flowers - lilies of the valley - are just on the edge of being over now, but I picked some for in the house last week and they were absolutely glorious - they've got a scent which reminds me of being a little girl.
Speaking of artificial scents, I'm rather cross because my favourite brand of washing detergent has recently been reformulated, and the smell of it is almost sticking in my throat. I don't know whether it's the unfamiliarity of it which is getting my goat, or whether it does actually smell revolting, but I'm not a happy bunny!
Now, why did they have to go and "fix" something that wasn't broken?! It's unscented all the way for me. Occasionally, I'll toss a bit of lavender oil onto a wash cloth to add a sweet scent. The manufactured ones all seem to stick in mine and my goat's throats. LOL!
I'm kicking myself for not remembering that detergents are available without scent - thank you so much, Elizabeth! That's what I'll be looking for next time, absolutely! You're brilliant!
Hey Rebecca! Turns our, we're gardening twins, even though I'm waaaaay across the Pond, and a whole continent besides. Our wood anemones are blooming their hearts out this spring, and I just drove past 10,000,000 bluebells on my way to the eclipse, in Texas. It's flower time! Thx for sharing this reminder to look, enjoy, and most importantly, sniff!
Oh wow, Peter, that's amazing! This is such a magical time of year, isn't it?
Blue in the garden is always a firm favourite of mine and these pics are drool worthy! I find all your bits of information so fascinating - and, as a Brontë enthusiast myself, I did NOT know that poem, so thank you for that as well. And yes! Just as Rupert the Bear's mummy *always* packed him a bit of cake for his longer jaunts, I'm with you on that as well! (Citing Rupert shows you what a true intellectual I really am lol) Cheers Rebecca xo
You're very kind, Sue - thank you! And Rupert's mum was a very wise lady! 🐻🍰
Bluebells are one of the nicest things I've enjoyed since moving to the UK, and in no small part thanks to your botanical education. I miss my garden in Devon that was filled with both varieties of bluebells, but there are some nearby here that I can see on our walks, so all is well. Enjoyed this tribute once again, thank you.
Thanks, Sabrina! They're such beautiful flowers, aren't they? A real sign of spring (where many others have been lacking so far this year, right?)! ☔️
Too true! It looks like we get another chance at spring this week so I will enjoy every moment! 😎
I remember this post from the first time I read it. Still delightful. Bluebells are such lovely plants, aren't they? We are fortunate enough to have some in our garden, and there's a bluebell field in a park not a million miles away.
Thanks, Terry! It's always a shame when they're over, but part of the appeal that they're only around for a short time is that it makes it all the more special when spring comes around again. 🌷 And speaking of seasons, wow, it's HOT at the moment! We must be due a thunderstorm..... 👀
That's a good way of looking at it. Indeed, Becks: thunderstorms tomorrow.
Uh-oh! Wish I hadn't mentioned it now....! Sorry!
What a gorgeous and interesting post Rebecca! I fell in love with your bluebell wooded areas when some of my instagram friends were posting them in their feeds several years ago. They truly have a fairy like quality and must be absolutely jaw dropping to see them in their glory in real life! Your close ups were so beautiful!
I couple of years ago I planted a few bluebells (not sure what kind they are) in my front gardens. When they arrived the first year, I couldn't believe how tiny the little bells were. Just today I noticed that mine were budding once again. I'll be so excited to see them once more this year. Wish I could groupings like yours in full abundance!
Thanks for introducing me to Benningfield's Woodlands book---looks and sounds like a beautiful book.
Thanks for sharing Rebecca---how wonderful you could take this magical walk with your mom! xx
Thank you so much, Debbie! I'm excited for you that your bluebells are budding - spring is such a glorious time of year!
Beningfield published many such books - his work is absolutely beautiful. 😊
Thanks Rebecca---looking forward to my little bluebells! Googled Beningfield and see he had quite a selection of lovely books. So inspiring! xx