Bluebell season is fleeting but beautiful and oh-so magical.
The sweet blue blooms transform Britain’s wonderful woodlands into a carpet of colour, creating a sea of indigo as far as the eye can see.
In this country, the bluebell is actually a protected species and they don’t grow wild anywhere else in Europe which is why the first spring sighting of this fabulous flower is such a great British tradition.
As Wuthering Heights author Emily Brontë wrote:
The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care
Last week I ventured to my local woodland in search of the beautiful blooms. Whippendell Woods in Hertfordshire is famous for its annual bluebell display within its ancient fold.
It wasn’t long before a carpet of blue began to appear underfoot.
With the dappled sunlight and a light summer breeze dancing through the trees, I stopped so I could drink it all in – what a feast for the eyes!
In all honesty, I think these particular bluebells will fully come into their own over the next week, so I might have arrived prematurely – but it was wonderful having the serene space all to ourselves. And excellent for Instagramming, obvy 😉
I’m just glad I managed to get out and appreciate them before the moment passes for another year, as nature’s calendar dictates.
I love that, in the Victorian art of floriography, the bluebell represented humility and constancy. So bluebells in a bridal bouquet, for example, symbolised one’s total devotion to Bae. Cute.
While the bluebells might not have quite reached their peak, on the way home I also spotted these beautiful cherry blossoms in all their glory, reppin’ the pink side of the spectrum:
God, I love spring.
Find your nearest bluebell site by searching your postcode at visitwoods.co.uk/bluebells.