Although my favourite colour is yellow
My favourite flower is the Bluebell.......
Bluebells have featured often in the background of my life.
My garden has 6 bunches of Bluebells, one lovingly transferred from my previous home in Sheffield, a plant stolen from the grounds of Chatsworth House in Derbyshire over 18 years ago.
In my kitchen stands proud a large collection of Art Deco Burleigh Ware pottery of varying designs.
My favourite is, of course , Bluebell ...a few splashes of blue, black and green, beautifully simple and beautifully pleasing.
My car is called Bluebell and she stands for everything positive at a time in my life I had very little and as a child one of my favourite place to play was in Bluebell wood , a small copse of trees located on the hillside between Prestatyn and Gronant. .
My grandparents are buried near the same Bluebell Wood, their headstone facing their beloved Liverpool.
Every Early May I would often go to Bodnant Gardens as the Bluebells would be out and old readers of
Going Gently May remember The last Mabel Post with a visit to the wonderful Bluebell Wood
The first painting my husband and I bought together was a gentle Victorian watercolour of a Bluebell wood . I miss it so. I miss it because it is so beautiful and subtle and understated
He took it when he left and I miss looking at it
Last year I split a large garden knot of Bluebells from my garden and planted it in the corner of the old graveyard. This year I will check if it has been taken
And started a new colony of gentle blue just opposite to the cottage windows