There's a dog in this blog, but the blog is not about a dog.



The dog is called Hershey.  He lives in Wivenhoe, Essex (near Colchester) with my friends Rosalind and Nancy.

Nice dog  but it was the Bluebells which caught this Englishman's eye, and gave him much joy.

Ah Bluebells, bringing so much beauty to U.K. woodlands (such as still exist) in Spring-time.

An utterly gorgeous carpet.

It was forbidden to pick them at least fifty years ago.  That is good, for picked and placed in a vase did them a severe injustice. It is now illegal to dig them for sale in garden centres.

They are a gift to be enjoyed in the woodlands for just a week or two each spring.

Be grateful for them, and hope for a new spring next year.

https://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/visiting-woods/trees-woods-and-wildlife/plants-and-fungi/woodland-wildflowers/bluebell/?utm_source=/bluebells&utm_medium=furl




A Bluebell Carpet via Google images

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