In my dining room hangs a large print of a bluebell woods in England. The picture once graced the walls of my office before I retired. It helped relieve the stress of my job. My mother gave it me as a reminder of my favorite English flower. I would gaze at that painting and dream of creating a bluebell woods here in Pennsylvania. When I retired, H.H. and I made a Woodland Walk. I decided to line the path leading to the entrance of my woodland garden with bluebells. I researched English bluebells and found them online at Brent and Becky's Bulbs. That was three years ago, so following the 'sleep and creep' years they are finally 'leaping'. Hooray, I am so.o.o happy!
The bluebell woods painting
Not quite like the painting, but I love the effect they create
as you cross the bridge to enter the Woodland Walk
The little wooden bridge spans a dry creek constructed to stop storm water from flowing down into our basement. Last month, Diana of Elephants Eye wrote a post about her creek which she calls Apple Creek. Her enchanting story prompted me to give ours a name ... Bluebell Creek. Thanks, Diana!
This morning I had tea under an arbor
My mother says the bluebells are over in her part of England.
But for a little while I can enjoy my English bluebells,
as I think about her and 'home'.
as I think about her and 'home'.
This post is my entry for May's Monthly Garden Bouquet hosted by Noelle at Ramblings From a Desert Garden. Thank you, Noelle, for this opportunity. Be sure to visit Noelle's blog for more May bouquets!
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