HHnB writes about her childhood memories of Bluebells, so I thought that I would give her a treat and publish a few photos just taken in the wood over the way from here.
Anne Bronte's poem on the subject seems particularly apposite:
"There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell "
and is worth reading in full, H
Anne Bronte's sister Emily, also wrote a poem on the same subject, but I prefer Anne's.
Of course, the dog, Sabre, had to get in on the photoshoot. Some children had left a rope swing which he decided was worth playing with. He is 11 (77 in human years) but still thinks he can act like a kid (a bit like the bloke he lives with, I suppose!)
17 comments:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Thankyou.
Lovely!
I remember the bluebells in the woods in England so well - just beautiful!
Oh, beautiful. I have a few English bluebells, I got from my Mother. She got them from her Mother, so the originals came down through the family. but I have no where near as many as this picture.
Your dog looks to be having a good time....:):)
Hello,
What a lovely blog!
"Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see;
But the wild bluebell is the flower for me."
- The Bluebell Louisa A. Meredith
Sincerely, Maureen http//:twoscamps.blogspot.com
Hello All - glad you liked the bluebells and thanks for visiting Maureen
Avus
It's a lovely place to walk the dog.
Pete
Beautiful poem and pictures, Avus.
Jeff:
Don't know how you found me, but thanks for visiting! I, too, am a Steven Pressfield fan (as I see from your blog)
Avus--I really can't recall right now how I navigated to your blog. Your blog looks interesting and I have Blogrolled you. I hope to make it over to England one day. I have been looking for blogs by Englishmen. I am also interested in the ancient classics, like I think you are. So I’m glad to have found your blog. I will be visiting regularly
Well, that was fun. I agree about which poem is more enjoyable. They're both so gloomy.
I will suggest your plan to MIL. HH wants to look at internet m/c's now.
Lovely bluebells, lovely church. Cake looks good too. Not so sure about Sabre - he sounds a bit fierce, but maybe it's just his name?
Isabelle:
Nice to meet you and thanks for visiting. Sabre, fierce? No, he is a big, woolly old softy who likes nothing better than to play with the grandchildren.
Oh,lovely! Reminds me of springtime when we lived in Belgium, and Le Foret Bleu!
Molly:
"Le Foret Bleu" - sums it up nicely.
I scrolled down enjoying your bike blog and then gasped at the photos of bluebells that appeared before me! Stunning! Childhood memories came flooding back.
Little do my sons know but when I die they have to get on a plane to the UK with my ashes under their arms and fling them in a bluebell wood! :)
I would dearly like to copy your photos. Is that ok?
Helen:
Let me know your email address and I will send you hi-res copies of the bluebells - you can email me from my blog or "avus@hotmail.com"
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