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!