When I moved into the cottage sixteen years ago I was greeted at the end of the first month by hundreds of bluebells. I was thrilled, as most are, by the smaller wild British varieties of bluebells that I remembered from woodland walks as a child. These are prettier than the large ones that grow into thug-like clumps and invade with big hefty boots. We have a few of those and have found that they are not very invasive.
I also discovered that there were small white and pink bells too. I didn’t know that these existed. The blue ones are clearly more hardy as they have naturalised all over the garden but the pink and white ones continue to delight me each Spring. They are scattered amongst the blue ones, just enough to draw the eye and provide a foil.
This has been a brilliant Spring in the UK. My day job has found me working outside most of the time and my hands are already tanned and my hair is bleached. I come home with skin feeling toned by lashings of vitamin D. This weekend I need to unearth my sunhat. I’m pretty careful about the sun. Factor 30 sits in Jalopy’s boot along with the brushes.
So April’s flowers are a few of our blue, white and pink bells. With a ruff of Forget Me Nots (Mystosis sylvestris) which are just coming to the end of their season and hopefully will self seed to dazzle us towards the end of the summer.
I love both these flowers, self seeded and looking totally relaxed as they lounge in our borders. Hopefully harbingers of a good summer. There’s nothing like blue skies and exquisite bells after a long cold winter.
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