Posted on May 5, 2021
It takes your breath away when you accidentally come across a copse carpeted with bluebells. Standing on the outside, peering in through branches at ancient trees standing and fallen to the realm where only the deer reign, while the birds sing, and the sun shines, and the bright blue flowers stand tall by their thousands in dappled light.
Posted on April 3, 2021
It’s that time of year again. The weather is warming up and spring flowers are evident in the grounds around Greenwood House and the wilder parts of the village. The first isolated clumps of bluebells have flowered. I think most of these are hybrids with the Spanish garden variety. There are quite a few pink or white ones among the pale blue. The native truly wild ones are forming layers of glossy leaves among the clumps of trees in various places but the flower buds are not yet visible.