So, one minute it's all about the rain and the next, glorious hot wonderful sun. The garden is burgeoning under the weight of cherry blossoms and crab apple blossoms and apple blossoms. Blossoms of all kinds, in other words. This is the view from our bathroom window and is fairly typical of what I see as I soak away my cares only then I see it all against a backdrop of sky and a huge oak tree. Rather lovely I think.
And of course, the bluebells are out. They, at least, love this weather where the ground squelches and the air is moist.
When the sun breaks through at last carpets of blue haze glisten and the air is perfumed with that delicate fragrance belonging only to bluebells. Every bank and hedgerow, each woodland glade is covered and I love it.
These pictures were taken on a visit to a local bluebell park called Parc Lye on the Enys Estate where swathes of purple blue roll out as far as you can see.
Nature mixes the three cornered leek with the bluebells so well doesn't she?
The final trees are now breaking into leaf and the vibrant yellows of lime, beech and oak against that perfect sky call me to lie on the ground beneath to just stare and drift away.
Now this bluebell is one of our own and is part a a drift we planted to mark the coming of our Bluebell Baby - little Isabella will be six next week and these gorgeous flowers herald her day as they were planted by me when pregnant with her. Seems so long ago now and the flowers have spread and mingle with garlic flowers and pink campion, the whole more beautiful than any scheme I could have hatched.
Looking up I can see the wide-spreading branches of our cherry tree. It is a fruiting variety though the birds do better than us from its bounty.
The cherry was here long before we moved in and is really too large for the garden, but I cannot make myself lose her. Just look at the beauty of those blossoms.
The fill the view from the kitchen window and scatter confetti all around in such a pretty manner.
So, there we have it...blossoms
and bells
Pretty perfect really. x
