Friday, September 24, 2010

The Place Where Bluebells Grow...



There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell.
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

Ann Bronte

I did find bluebells .... see below ...
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8 comments:

  1. Your photos and words are so lovely.

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  2. Lovely Brontewords and Bluebells. Oi oi.Wish you a happy weekend.

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  3. One of my favorite memories of England is the bluebells in the woods. I'm glad you have some there too. I've planted them and they survive and bloom but don't spread.

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  4. Ours are certainly not as wonderful as the bluebells I saw in England and Ireland...acres of blue beneath the trees..and the scent.
    Happy Weekend to you too Ruths datter! and thanks M.

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  5. I'm so glad you found some bluebells - after the enticing promise of that plaque! I can feel the freshness of that slope, and rather like the way they are sprinkled over it. And the Ann Bronte poem is exquisite. I will add it to my spring folder.

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  6. Oh I saw the last post before this. It is a beautiful place and so is the quote from Anne Bronté. Just so lovely.
    Grethe.

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  7. Oh yes bluebells
    my favorite spring flower
    Spring! you have spring!
    Oh I forgot..
    .we are going into no flower season
    Enjoy my friend

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