Bluebells





I went up to the wood today with a bucket full of primroses to plant and saw all these bluebells!

The first year we had the wood the only flowers  we had growing on the forest floor and in the hedge banks  were wood sorrel and a few rather anaemic foxgloves. 

After thinning out and some hedge laying we got brighter, bolder foxgloves, verbascum and  a little bit of herb Robert as well, stitch wort and ofcourse lots and lots of rose bay willow herb on every site where we had been burning the brash.

I have longed for a bluebell wood for almost all my adult life. It’s all about nostalgia, and childhood and a romantic vision of Ingly Dingly Land I held onto when I lived abroad.

At last,this year, they have enough light to re emerge after fifty odd years of sitting there dormant. They were just waiting to feel the sun.

It’s not quite a blanket covering the  the wood floor, but they are back and they will spread, and hopefully in a few years time we can walk in a purple haze and become intoxicated with the scent.

I went ahead and planted loads of primroses that I had dug up from the garden at home. I am just very happy not to have to dig up the bluebells in the garden to transplant now . Much better Heydon Hill having it’s own reawakened sleeping beauties. I am so hoping that we will have bluebells AND primroses blooming next May.

Spring, however much later it arrives on our hill,still manages to surprise and delight every year.