The bluebell wood was the main feature in the pictures Crispina Kemp gave us for this week’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge. And there were bluebells – just not as many as Crispina expected. And mine all went very quickly this year… partly the heat, I suspect.
But I saw something immediately I looked at this picture. Hope you do too 🙂 And I got it in exactly 143 words this time. Inside the 150 word limit!
ccc036 The Ent and the bluebell wood
The Ent stood on the bank gazing at the young trees, willowy in their slender reaching for the sky… but what had happened to that one—and that? Who had damaged it so it split in three? But, it was still growing, still reaching for the sky. And a beautiful sky, with blue stretching to forever, and white streaks of cloud every now and then, reminding us how solid it was.
And yet… the bluebells had disappeared. Where they should be was just a mass of short grass. Maybe the deer had been browsing, and over the years the bluebells had gone elsewhere.
Or maybe it was the scourge of the British woodland: the chinese rhododendrons. They loved it so much, they were killing off the native plants. Someone should get rid of that one, before it takes over.
Give bluebells a chance.
© J M Pett 2025
In answer to the disappearing bluebells, the blame is squarely planted on youngsters who treat this woods as a mountain-bike course. For the past 3 years the owner has fenced off the area which now is glorious, but it is used by local dogwalkers so he wouldn’t fence it all.
I saw the ent right off!