There's something about a bluebell that reminds me of growing up in our first house. At the back of our garden, in a little patch by the green house on the left where a huge pile of sand lay, a little patch of bluebells grew each year. I specifically remember them because I thought they were the prettiest flowers I'd ever seen. Our garden wasn't a florid one, more of a grass and swings area for us to play.
So, when I noticed those bluebells this year, thinking, that I've never noticed them before, I sat by and took a moment back.
My bolts arrived this week.
Dont forget Saturday's Craft fair
ChristChurch: Wanstead Place, off High Street, Wantstead. E11
10am-4.30pm
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