One of my heart’s desires on our recent trip to Scotland was to find a bluebell wood. I worried that we might have been too late, but was absolutely delighted to see them still in bloom. These photos were taken in a wood next to Boleskine Burial Ground on Loch Ness.
It’s the little things.
A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell,
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
∼from “The Bluebell” by Anne Bronte
I’m so pleased you found a bluebell wood, magical.
Me too, Darlene. It’s been on my Scotland bucket list. 🙂
Ah, there’s little more magical than a bluebell wood 😊
I had hoped to see a fairy or two but alas, I did not. 🙂
Just lovely.
Thank you. 🙂
I adore bluebells, so it’s lovely to see your beautiful photos in this Scottish woods. They’re such an iconic sign of spring and the approaching warmer weather. However, I do think they should be called ‘purplebells’ – because they’re purple, not blue! And purple is my very favourite colour! Great post, Wendy. 🙂
I was so glad to see they were still in bloom while we were there. You are right, they really are more purple than blue. However, blue is my favorite color! 🙂
Lovely post!
Thank you very much! 🙂
These pictures are so beautiful! Nature is amazing.
XOXO Reni
Thank you, Reni. Yes it is! 🙂