Bluebell bliss at dusk © Emma Tuzzio
Each year I delight in the opportunity to hitch a ride on the blue hued magic carpet, courtesy of the humble Bluebell. Living in the UK with it’s abundance of ancient woodland, I’m never a stone’s throw away from this delicately dazzling flower, which thrives in the mossy undergrowths of fresh spring leaves from late April to mid May. The vision of springtime transformation moves me every time, gasping with wonder and awe at the majestic sight of these intense blue carpets decadently draped across the countryside. Shimmering hues of violet-blue and delicate scents permeating the air serve as a perfect portal into the Summer Months ahead.
The Bluebell Flower Fairy
Standing among the millions of bell shaped wild flowers, stretching as far as the eye can see, the forest takes on an unearthly, enchanted quality. It’s easy to see how in folklore, bluebells were also known as…
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