1.5.11 – Bluebells in the wood (Millport, Isle of Cumbrae, Scotland)
|The Enchanted Woodland|
|Cathedral of the Isles|
|Wild Garlic and Bluebells|
|Path among the Wild Garlic in the Enchanted Woodland|
Suddenly the path fell away like a cliff top, and, approaching, yes, there it was, old worn sandstone slabs, swathed in moss, leading down into the depths of the woodland, to other narrow paths, wending their way here and there amongst the bluebells. She skipped down, full of awe, thrilled to find the stairs, made secret by her bright mind, the woodland enchanted by the innocence of her imagination.
|The Secret Stairs|
We choose a narrow path, nearly overgrown by fresh green leaves, here and there nettles, as yet soft with new growth. Brambles extended their curved branches across the path, making us stop to part them and pass on. The trees were bright with early spring leaves, the teasing breeze making the sunlight flicker and dapple the forest bark she ran across. Suddenly a little rabbit bobbed out of the grass, and froze at the sight of us. Katie stopped, breathless, watching the wind stroke his soft grey-brown fur. And then he was gone, darting into the bushes. Every flower was a joy to her, every bird fluttering across the path, a surprise. Celandines lined the track, their shining golden petals pointing sharply. And then a crop of wood anemones, white as starlight, their six petals backed with green, and a minute coronet in the midst of each, sporting dainty yellow stamens, like jewels in their crown. She picked one gently, carrying it carefully all the way back down the road, commanding me to place it gently in an egg cup of water, so that mummy could admire and share her wonder.
|Kames Bay, Isle of Cumbrae|