‘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 Brontë
Are they all Spanish Bluebells, Annie?
The close-up shots are, Joyce, but the woodland shot at the end was all English, I think. It was a little slice of much older woodland.
Trully beautiful, Annie!
Thank you kindly. This is such a lovely time of year.