Archive entry 17.05.15
Archive entry 12.05.19
3rd May 2008
The wild Bluebell is a wonderful thing, and fortunately there are still a few corners in the garden where it can prosper unhindered by my perpetual meddling.
22nd May 2009
When I first came to this garden, the Bluebells were confined to the hedges. I planted a lot of trees to provide some shelter from the wind, and although
the tree cover established, the Bluebells were very slow to spread. I know it can be a troublesome weed but I still fancied the idea of a shimmer of
blue at the end of the woodland flower season so I collected a bucket of seed from the margins of the garden. It sat on my desk for about nine months while
I was uncertain - by that time I had started to plant some rather choice things under the trees and I wasn't sure about adding Bluebells. In the end,
I needed space (and the seed was looking mouldy and starting to smell) so I went out and scattered it.
It started to flower in the third year, and is slowly getting better, but I have also started to dig out the bulbs where I need to plant, and throw
them in the hedge. Something satisfyingly circular about that.
25th May 2013
Somewhere along the way I seem to have been punctured. Perhaps it was something I did when I was reckless and young
but as the years have passed the youth has slowly dripped away and I am left standing on the side of the meadow
in the May sunshine, enjoying the bluebells.
If I were to find the energy to frolic, this is where I would do it.