The Bluebell by Anne Bronte. A fine and subtle spirit dwellsIn every little flower,Each one its own sweet feeling breathesWith more or less of power. There is a silent eloquenceIn every wild bluebellThat fills my softened heart with blissThat words could never tell. Yet I recall not long agoA bright and sunny day,'Twas when I led… Continue reading “When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts.”
"If I stayed home from school today, we could go and look for bluebells." Nice try, Freya. Nice try. I can't say I wasn't tempted so she definitely knows how to push my buttons. If she's like this at five, goodness knows what she'll be like as a teenager. Anyway, I stayed strong and sent… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring Bluebells.
We took advantage of the Twilight Ticket at Norwich Castle this week (visit an hour before closing and pay £2 each). It's the perfect amount of time for Freya at the moment. We left at kicking out time but, as it was such a nice day, had a walk around the outside of the castle… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring Norwich Blossom.
A rather predictable My Sunday Photo this week but who can resist bluebells? Certainly not me. We were supposed to take a family trip to Strumpshaw Fen to see them yesterday but it was raining and neither Freya nor my parents wanted to tramp about in the wet so just Mark and I went for… Continue reading My Sunday Photo – April 29th, 2018.
After The Rain 