Ringing in the Return of the Bluebells
Outside my backdoor in the shade of a gnarled friend, the bigleaf maple The first time I recall seeing a forest floor carpeted in bluebells was in the movie Howard’s End. In a dreamlike state, Vanessa...
View ArticleIf Winter Comes, Can Spring Be Far Behind?
I thought the last line in Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind, a fitting title and tribute to the contrast in seasons as viewed from my back porch; in essence, what we have to enjoy, and what we have to...
View ArticleStoop With a View: Good Morning Bluebells
My back stoop covers just about enough space to provide resting and reading room for one husky guy and two beefy bulldogs (given the pups opt to hold court on the lower step). A maple mantled in moss...
View ArticleBonkers for Bluebells in Bloom
Bluebells (Spanish hyacinths) spoil me each spring with this dreamy view. Every late April and early May my garden is flooded by a sea of bluebells. Strolling through the garden seems more like wading...
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