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Bluebells

Last week would have been our annual Bluebell walk. Our chosen location is a private wood that opens to the public for a small fee (all proceeds go to charity).

The bluebells in these particular woods are so lush and plentiful, it feels like you are walking through a deep, purple carpet of enchantment. (Hey, I read a lot!). Consequently, the turnout is always a major triumph whatever our British weather. However, we turned up on the appointed weekend to find that the event had been cancelled due to the sad, unexpected and untimely death of the gentleman who owned and organized the event.

So, just to mark the Bluebell Wood event and in a way to pay a small tribute to the Farmer who had always made this walk possible, I thought I would just make a “Bluebell Posting”.

The bluebell pictures I actually took on that same weekend. We wandered off in search of another wood and to find “some bluebells” so I just snapped a few to mark “The Bluebell Wood” weekend.



(From) The Bluebell

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.


Anne Bronte 




Bluebell Woods

Come walk with me through bluebell woods,
and see the proof of God’s sweet love.
Long rays of sunlight trickling down,
among the trees in search of ground.

A piece of heaven here below,
creation at its best on show.
With perfume drifting on the breeze,
to guide us through this deep blue sea.

Bright sapphires dance in flickering light,
while silent butterflies take flight.
And echoes of a distant thrush,
we know that He is here with us.


By Elizabeth Mason








 
liguidgold liguidgold 41-45, F 7 Responses Apr 27, 2012

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Wow, beautiful, and so nice to share those poems and photos with us! Hope you find another way to do your bluebell walk each year. Sounds like a wonderful tradition.

So lovely Goldie, sorry too the farmer passed!
(((I MISS YOU))) get back here! wawa!

Really beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

Your very welcome :) Glad you enjoyed!

Beautiful story and lovely pictures and poems. You spoke to me :)

Thank you :)

@Pantoufles - Thank you. The words fr<x>amed the elegance of the bluebells I thought :)

This story and these pictures have really lifted me. As you know I had my own recent flower experience. So beautiful, but I am sorry for your disappointment though. Still, thanks for the pictures and poems. This is a beautiful story.

Thank you Quin :) Sending bouquets of Lilies of the Valley and Bluebells your way!

that's sad that the farmer died :( beautiful poems

Yes. We didn't know him personally but the event was a big success each year and from what I heard, it was mainly down to him. I love bluebells and the poems are so apt! :)