Whenever times get a bit challenging it’s good to get out and commune with nature. No matter what the weather, there is always something new to see this time of year; new buds unfurling a little more each day on the horse-chestnut tree, in turn to grow into the tall white ‘candles’ that grace the tree in early summer; the rooks having a good time preparing their nests high in the lofty trees, anticipating the warmer days ahead.
Have you ever noticed that the earliest Spring flowers are either white or yellow? Snowdrops, Celandine, Primrose, Anemone, Daffodil – all are golden or white. As Spring advances, the blue flowers follow in her footsteps. Violets take the place of Snowdrops and Primroses give way to sheets of Bluebells.
The country side around us here in Buckinghamshire is always spectacular but I particularly love this time of the year. But I do need to allow extra times for my journeys for I cannot pass the woods without stopping, finding my way in and walking through the damp earth (always with the wrong shoes on) to admire the scene. Here I see a wonderful carpet of Bluebells beneath my feet and inhale their delicate scent. Sometimes I take out my camera and take more pictures to add to my ever-increasing portfolio; usually I cannot resist, but sometimes it’s good just to be still.
The Bluebell wood is truly a magical place. I imagine little furry creatures leaving their winter quarters and creeping out to sniff the warm breeze. Nature’s children waking up to joyfully prepare for the joys and labours of Spring and Summer.
This is a place to reconnect with our roots and a place to dream….
Garden of Dreams
Once I dreamed I was in a magical wood;
A carpet of Bluebells where I stood.
The nightingale sang to the velvet night
And set a myriad of stars alight.
And the lofty trees bent their branches low
To fold me in their arms below,
In that peaceful land of sleep.
And alone amidst those scented flowers,
I felt the peace of the night-time hours
Settle around me like the softest cloth;
A tapestry woven with the spirit of love.
And I tumbled through a mystic land
Until daylight led me by the hand
Back from that peaceful land of sleep.
© Lyn Halvorsen
Blessings to you.