The pink bluebell

One of the ladies in my Knit and Natter group sent a photo of the bluebells in some nearby woods, which, unlike the woods we discovered last weekend, I was already aware of. I hadn’t however realised they had bluebells!

After the stress of this last week, it would have been nice to sit down on this bench and rest my weary mind.
I’d chosen early evening to go for our walk, as I wasn’t expecting the woods to be teeming with people at that time. Indeed, we came across only one lone walker.
Any ideas what could have caused this hollowing out at the base?

Returning to our cul-de-sac after the peace of the woods, we were confronted by loud music and most neighbours on their doorsteps dancing. Much as I would rather not have experienced the music, it was nice to see people smiling.

Then the music stopped and I was able to hear my neighbour properly. She has bowel cancer (which I already knew) and has had her operation postponed for a second month following lockdown.

Just to wind me up even more, the police then turned up, after receiving a phone call from one of the neighbours about a street party. Everyone quickly disappeared indoors and the police officer knocked on the door of someone who hadn’t come out.

Anyway, I don’t want my last word to be negative. So, here’s a bluebell closer to home. Goodness knows were it came from.

About Helen

I have always been interesting in living a more environmentally friendly lifestyle and used to do what I could. Now, I have come to realise that we have reached such a point in terms of environmental degradation that it is more important - perhaps - to focus on building resilience. I therefore do as much as I can to reuse, grow my own and encourage a supportive community, for example. I also keep reading and learning all the time.
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9 Responses to The pink bluebell

  1. Lavinia Ross says:

    Sounds like too much excitement there, Helen. Beautiful pink bluebell in that last photo. I didn’t know they came in pink.

    • Helen says:

      Thank you for your comment, Lavinia. Definitely too much !

      Anyway, I don’t think the pink is a different cultivar – more of a recessive gene or something like that. When were in the woods yesterday, I did see one or two other pink ones but they really do appear to be rare. Do you have bluebells in your part of the world?

  2. A friend of my sister has just had a cancer operation after an initial cancellation – the NHS booked her into a private hospital. It must be a dreadful position to be in, and puts all my worries about covid into perspective.

    Bluebells are looking good and, in answer to your query about where they come from, they just do. But at least they look nice.

  3. I am trying to take a decent photo of the bluebells in my garden but it needs to be when the sun is out plus they don’t seem to be all flowering at the same time – sort of staggering it so the carpet is a bit threadbare! I haven’t seen wild ones pink but have seen pink and white in gardens.

    For some reason your posts are not appearing in my ‘reader’ so sorry about not commenting more quickly. Now I know I will link from the email notification.

    • Helen says:

      Thank you for persevering with finding my posts 😊 I am sure there is something up with WP, as I’ve noticed other odd things.

      I haven’t been reading any blogs this week but I enjoy your posts very much, so hopefully will feel up to reading online (as opposed to a paper book) sometime this weekend.

      I think my pink bluebell is wild. Certainly, I have never planted any bluebells in my garden, although the ones at the back were probably planted by a predecessor. Anyway, I hope your bluebells soon stop seeming to be a threadbare carpet.

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