A walk on a lovely warm May morning in the bluebell wood.
It is an annual tradition to go whenever the bluebells are flowering, to listen to the swell of birdsong, to notice the leaves on the trees rustling in the breeze, to drink in the haze of colour of the bluebells and to smell their dusky sweet perfume. This only seems to happen if the breeze is blowing in the right direction, or the sun is filtering through the leaves of the trees above to warm the flowers. When I catch the scent it instantly reminds me of other walks in this wood.
When you see the candles on a horse chestnut tree you don’t expect them to be such pretty flowers, do you?
We were the only people in the woods this visit, apart from at the beginning of the walk when a girl came out of one of the paths onto ours, carrying her puppy. She said she was worried because he is very young and gets so excited, he would be jumping up at us. I’m ashamed to admit that this country girl replied: “Oh good because today I put new jeans on and I don’t want muddy paws all over the legs!”
It was a dachshund puppy…I’m blushing as I remember.
Mum and I have looked out for deer since the time we came across a huge pair running in the field at the back of the woods.
I regularly see muntjac deer where I walk at home, but that pair (roe deer I think) near the bluebell woods were enormous. And scary. But exhilarating and wonderful too.
This time we experienced mild disappointment when we left, the wildest animal having been a small over-excited puppy with mucky paws…
Celandine and bluebells look so eye catching together. There are delicate patches of celandine in the woods. So fragile, some are along the very fringes of the paths, that I watch where I place my feet. Aren’t those dark green heart shaped leaves lovely?
Here are links to my previous bluebell posts:
My next post will feature some crochet!
The Little Room of Rachell 
Sounds like a lovely walk. I do love bluebell woods though I haven’t been in one for ages. Like the photo of the horse chestnut flowers. You are right they are lovely.
Bluebell woods are divine. Whereabouts is this one please?
It’s privately owned but open to the immediate community who live there.
Gosh, you live in such a beautiful place!
Thanks for sharing your Bluebell woods.. our chestnuts don’t have those flowers, just spiky nuts husks. ((hugs)), Teresa :-)
All this is just too beautiful to be true!!
It’s all true! I grew up visiting this wood. I wish I’d taken photos of particular trees from when I had my first camera and documented their growth…but what teenager does that?! Tee hee
What a blessing, to grow up visiting such a wood! To me it borders on a dream or a fairy tale … :)
Just imagine: I showed your pictures of bluebell woods to my friend’s daughter (16) and she made me a lovely birthday present: she pasted a picture of a bluebell wood, probably taken from the Internet, on a piece of plane tree bark and decorated the edges with tiny shells (brought from Croatia). Now it is on my nightstand – perhaps it will bring bluebell dreams!