Sally forth anywhere on Hallett’s Mountain over the next week or two and you have the spectacle of Bluebells dusting the hillside like spilled powder paint. I look forward to the early summer flush of colour that these bring. They race up with the sunshine until the bracken overtakes them. My new mower has let me cut an easy path round the acre at the back of the house. This is how they look under the trees.
I remember reading some bloke years ago banging on about Daffodils. But then, what are words worth.
*grins*
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Just cut the dead flowers on mine, which have only taken over half of one flowerbed. The honeysuckle's out now, and for me it really means summer is on its way.
I've not seen any bluebells here so it was lovely to see your photos. The forget-me-nots are lasting longer this year so I do have some blue flowers.
Ouch! That was painful!
Yep, a picture is worth more than a thousand words!
We have bluebells here too, but not as lush-looking as yours. I hope you are still enjoying the spectacle.
a titter too, for the daffs.
Looks like a neat nature trail you mowed...
Bluebells are lovely but my favourite flower is the forget-me not(don't know the 'proper' name!) The roadsides here are scattered with them at the moment making misty blue patches among the grass. Beautiful.
There was a bloke who banged on about bluebells too - GMH - no, not that GMH!
Gerard Manley Hopkins!
Not sure if they were Welsh bluebells, but he lived not far from your mountain for a while, didn't he?
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