2014 (when the above photograph was taken) looks to have been a better year for the Bluebells than this year in my part of The Chiltern Hills. The probable reason being that as the wood is year on year becoming more well known, with many more visitors arriving to appreciate the spectacle, the blooms are being trodden underfoot. The foot traffic is destroying many plants, and so they are unable to multiply, resulting in an ever decreasing display each Springtime.
The wood is managed by The National Trust, who do an excellent job of looking after the woodland estate where these beautiful flowers grow. However, I do wish they would not do quite such an excellent job of advertising the location of the flowering bluebells for a year or two – maybe, just maybe helping them on the way back to previous numbers and remaining a vast sea of glorious blue.
A post especially for Grace, for whom I have included a featured image as well as the normal size post image for full effect.
Now in his Palace of the West, sinking to slumber, the bright Day, like a tired Monarch fann’d to rest, ‘mid the cool airs of evening lay; while round his couch’s golden rim, the gaudy clouds, like courtiers, crept — struggling each other’s light to dim, and catch his last smile, e’er he slept.
– Thomas Moore
Nature, drawing a last daytime breath, bathes the sky with brilliant glory, then, more quickly than one may think, withdraws the sun’s warming rays to cast an altogether colder aura that will envelope the night in quiet darkness.