Bluebells in a shady corner under the sycamore tree in our garden. Ferns in the background. A treat this time of every year. There are not the
common bluebells but
Spanish bluebells or possibly a hybrid. I think I remember planting the common bluebells here first then the Spanish bluebells.
Plenty of bluebell poetry. The Bronte were very interested, a bluebell poem by Emily Bronte
here and one by Anne Bronte
here. I wonder if they are actually writing about what is called the
harebell, sometimes the Scottish bluebell, which is often confused with the bluebell. We certainly confused the two in my youth.
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