tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post4740977857090545779..comments2024-03-28T14:50:57.692+00:00Comments on Corners of my Mind: Yoxall Lodge Bluebell WoodsRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04733563829902335223noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-37233018805500996702007-05-02T08:24:00.000+01:002007-05-02T08:24:00.000+01:00robert, I think you have captured why we love blue...robert, I think you have captured why we love bluebells so much in your last sentence.<BR/><BR/>Although in one sense there were many rules, regulations and social restrictions when we were children, we also seemed to have more freedom to run and play in safety than today's children.<BR/><BR/>Yoxall Lodge is open until 13th May this year - perhaps you may still be able to visit?Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04733563829902335223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-76300376949728486982007-04-30T23:54:00.000+01:002007-04-30T23:54:00.000+01:00What can I say? Only that I want to go to Yoxall W...What can I say? Only that I want to go to Yoxall Wood next year! Being reminded of what a carpet of bluebells looks like, the lonely clumps in our back garden and the park suddenly seem akin to a canary in a cage — they shouldn't be there. <BR/><BR/>Like you, I have childhood memories of picking bluebells and taking them home to my nanna and never really understanding why they didn't last even a day when daffodils in a jar seemed to go on forever. As you say, they are so delicate and I could not imagine picking even one bluebell now.<BR/><BR/>And the picture? It's wonderful. I didn't just look at it — I stepped into the wood and was overwhelmed by beauty and its fragility. They really do symbolise the essence of our own lives and, despite appearances, humanity itself.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16299858109689461143noreply@blogger.com