Bluebells. For me, they’re a sign of home. My tiny garden is so full of the sturdy, Spanish ones that I can’t plant anything else without digging a few up, no matter how careful I try to be.
We stumbled upon these ones growing wild on Darwen moor, not far from Sunnyhurst Woods, on our way to the Jubilee Tower last spring. A field of bluebells is enough to stop even the most experienced of ramblers in their tracks. It makes me happy to think that this year’s flowers aren’t far away now.
My first picture of a bluebell covered spring meadow is really more of a blur, but I hope it captures the impression. I’m sharing it in response to the weekly photo challenge, together with a close up shot, for those who find the first shot a little too impressionistic!
I’m off to Texas soon and hear that their bluebonnets are looking great. I hope they hang on a little longer!
My love of English bluebells runs deep, but bluebonnets hit pretty much the same spot. To me they look like tiny lupins (or lupines as they’re called in the US). But then, to my eye, almost any flower is beautiful in the mass, especially in a wild, or natural setting.
Do you have a flower that will always make you think of home?