I know it must be spring because the bluebells have arrived. This year as I travel through the countryside, it seems to me there are more bluebells than ever before. On the road side, in towns and cities and of course, under trees in ancient English woodlands. The long dark days seem long ago as now I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face and see the colour returning to the landscape. It is as if they have waited. A secret hidden in the ground patiently waiting for exactly the right time to arrive. In the Bronze Age bluebell glue was used to fix feathers to arrows and legend says that a field of bluebells is intricately woven with fairy enchantments (Unusual Bluebell Facts). So as I walk through the grounds of Kew Gardens in Richmond, I look for the carpet of blue. Maybe it'll be around this corner or over that hill? As I walk, I am joined by others also looking for the first sign of Spring. The enchanting colour that will melt the heart of the hardest soul. And then we arrive, a corner is turned and a path followed, we are finally greeted with amazing colour and the most beautiful scent. Spring has arrived.
So make haste, turn the TV off, venture out and find your own carpet of bluebells. Trust me, it's good for the soul and for those that can't leave their homes, I really hope I have managed to capture my Spring day walk amongst the bluebells.