#writephoto #bluebells
Brushing against the flowers in the carpet of blue
listen out for the chimes as you walk
usually, you wouldn’t hear them
except – on this occasion – there’s only the
birch trees – and they’re not saying much
even the squirrels are being quiet –
listening to the noise of the bluebells as they
lightly sway in the
spring breeze
They seem to grow like wildfire in the side streets and green spaces of my neigbourhood Sue….not sprouted fully yet but i can guarantee walking past a clump or two after the covid 19 lockdown has been lifted
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Hello indropk I have nominated you for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award. This post is on my page. I hope you will have time to take part in this.
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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