We made our annual pilgrimage to see the bluebell wood at Coton Manor – the website said the bluebells were now flowering. I can remember the first time I went to see them – what a sight – the sun was streaming through the trees – the bluebells were flowering their socks off – and that particular bluebell fragrance when they are en masse is intoxicating. It really did make my heart miss a beat and put a big grin on my face .( see here for last summers' visit)
Alas, this time, the day was a little dull and a lot of the bluebells were still in bud – next week would have been better to get the full effect. It was still glorious though and the Coton Manor gardens are a delight. It is quite a steep garden with streams running through it. They have been busy getting the borders weeded and ready for the coming season everything was in spit-spot order.
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.
Here are some pictures for you to enjoy.
People come from miles around to visit this garden the car park was jammed full but somehow everyone seems to disperse and it doesn’t seem crowded – and at the end of the visit we all gravitate towards the tea rooms where pots of tea and freshly made cakes and scones are devoured.
All in all - an afternoon of delights.
“Over every inch of wood, as far as and even beyond its boundaries, the bluebells are also thickening for flower, a million spikes with dark hearts of bud and here and there a breaking out of petals. They cover the rich soggy wood-soil like shining green reeds, everywhere. Among them and perhaps because of them there are a few primroses, fewer anemones. The bluebells crowd out everything, drown the whole wood-floor with great pools of flower until the trees, in May, seem to be standing in deep lakes of liquid mauve.”
Extract from ‘Through the Woods’ by H.E. Bates