Native Bluebells – 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.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Your words are as beautiful as your photographs. Our bluebells also make blankets like these, but they aren’t the same flower.
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Thank you, Linda.
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You’re welcome.
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Bluetiful, Jessica. 💙
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The words remind me of Edith Blackwell Holden’s ‘Nature Notes’ or ‘The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady’. 😊
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That is flattering. I must has been inspired that day.
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😊
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