The rain is keeping me away from my beloved bluebell woods this weekend so I thought I’d put together a selection of favourites to satisfy my longing for them! I think these extracts from the famous poet Anne Bronte’s ‘The Bluebell’ says quite eloquently what I feel about the special place that bluebells grow. It truly does feel like a magical place to me and I love to return each year. The rush of adrenaline when I turn the corner to see if the bluebells are in full bloom – the intake of breath when the sun shines down upon them – I swear you can see the fairies sparkling…
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.
But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell.
O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood’s hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,
Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.
from Anne Bronte’s ’The Bluebell’
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