Remembering the bluebell woods as they were then ......

    A yesterday picture of my faery wood. The half which is away from the shadows of the pines, and amongst the hazels is a carpet of blue just now. As I am Muddypond - the wood guardian - I have spent much time there this week listening to the bells - especially in the evening time when the scent of the flowers in the warm air is at its strongest.     


                                          My faery wood - dappled sunlight through the hazels

  To tell you the truth, I've been waiting and hoping for a visit from other magicks - perhaps for a Faery Meet - like we had in the days of long ago and far away, the days when we were many. No-one has come to join me yet, those of us that still exist are solitary creatures now.

     But I can still dream of times like this - this painting of times past shows how it was then .....

'The Fairy Wood' by Henry Meynell Rheam



You see? The wood hasn't changed at all.

Perhaps you would like to visit the bluebells this week while there is still time? Here on the Woodlands Trust website, there is a place where you can search for the nearest bluebell woods to you  wherever you may be in England.

You might like to read more about the magick and folklore of bluebells - here on my website under the entry for May 6th last year.

Bluebells with the emerging fronds of bracken in my wood yesterday