Step by step through the bluebell woods,
from the beginning of March we trod the same path
watching & waiting for Mother Nature to do her magic,
little by little, step by step, so that an eye could hardly tell
untill this last week, week 8 . . . here they are, the bluebells!
I wish you could walk with us, the air is sweet with their scent
and the colours & hues are just beautiful.
Others over the years must have waited to for this wonderful display
but maybe for very different reasons.
* During the bronze age bluebell sap was used to glue feathers to arrows for hunting.
* The sap of the bluebell was used, in days gone by, to bind the pages of books.
* The bulbs were crushed in the Elizabethan age to make starch for cuffs & collars.
* It is thought that the ring of the bluebell is a call to the faeries,
so do keep to the path through them unless you want to make the fae cross ;-).
Have a wonderful weekend one and all x