Everyone knows the lovely Bluebells grow in the woods in Springtime, beneath the sunshine and dappled shade of the trees just coming into leaf. These Bluebells carpeting the ground and looking like a pale blue lake are growing in Queen's Wood on Dinmore Hill. It is forbidden to pick wild flowers now, but as children we used to pick them by the armful and loved to see if we could spot white and pink ones. The sticky slimy sap was always unpleasant. In Elizabethan times the sap was used to starch ruffs. But from earliest times Bluebells were omitted from medical texts and so escaped the herb hunters which is possibly a reason for their survival for our delight and joy.
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Susanna
6/5/2014 08:17:58 am
Well done Pat,lovely pics and subjects.You've captured the true sense of the season.See you next tuesday
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Pat
7/5/2014 06:24:23 am
Thank you Susanna - x
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