I found bluebells. Acres of bluebells, pushing snouty blue buds up to the sun. Blue cups opening on slim juicy stems 'til the land was a mirror of the sky. Another week and we'll be walking on air. A hazy blue craziness. It's a curious illusion when the blue which should be 'up' is under one's feet.
Friday, April 27, 2007
In search of bluebells
I found bluebells. Acres of bluebells, pushing snouty blue buds up to the sun. Blue cups opening on slim juicy stems 'til the land was a mirror of the sky. Another week and we'll be walking on air. A hazy blue craziness. It's a curious illusion when the blue which should be 'up' is under one's feet.
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4 comments:
Another bluebell fan here. I like to think of them as shy and secretive. I am now embarrassed by the bluebell picture on my blog after seeing yours!
Your photos are lovely!!
I'd like to visit Wales some day; you've got great landscapes and wonderful cheese (tintern is my favorite)!! :-)
Hello bluebell fans, thanks for dropping in.
Omni - I think I'd better photograph some cheese!
Thank you for enlightening me on 'snailbeach' - one of my fellow bloggers has that in her name and I was always perplexed!
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