(Title quote from In My Own Shire by A E Housman)
I have absolutely no qualms whatsoever in bombarding you with bluebells. Or at least bombarding you with pictures of bluebells, although I'd propose getting up close and personal with a few would do you the power of good, should your immune system not overload and cause you to explode into sneezes. My mother would hate to be here. In fact she'd probably not be able to see anything due to streaming eyes, so I wish bluebells on you only if they won't turn you in to a soggy sack of tears and snot.
You're welcome.
But I'm not the only one who is fond of the bluebell...
...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 Brontë
This little demi-stanza seems so apt for these woods. Even though it's just next door to a busy highway, all it takes is five minutes walk inside the walls to lose the sounds of modern-day life, and get wrapped up in birdsong and leaves whispering in the breeze. I love it here! I loved it in the Winter, in its proud, stark beauty, I love it now with Spring treating it with colour and love, and I'm looking forward to see what a lush Summer, and golden Autumn will bring.
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