There is a small hill that at this time of the year
usually turns a striking cobalt,
a beautiful hyacinth shade of blue.
However, this year our rather cool and dreary spring
has delayed the much awaited opening of the bluebells.
However, their late arrival was our blessing -
instead we found clouds of primroses...
...and galaxies of woodland anenomes
Interspersed with sprinklings of tiny tiny violets.
We struggled to find a spot to sit
and sip tea
amongst the flowers.
Coppiced hazels appeared to burst out from the ground
with veils of stems
and explosions of twigs.
Down close to the floor
a delicate perfume
gently drifted across the meadow,
a sweet scent which would have been lost
under the headier bouquet of the bluebells.
And, punctuating the gently undulating flowers,
spikes of orchids
and stalked clusters of cowslips
added to the drama.
It was a visual delight
an unexpected twist on what we'd come to see.
We shall return when the bluebells awake.