Sunday, May 18, 2008

Last Of The Bluebells


No boots today so we went for a walk to the blubell woods of Marbury again but not many left now. The window for seeing them is very small - about two weeks. A bit sad to see them faded and droopy. Lots of other flowers in bloom though like the pungeant wild garlic and rhodedendrons. We had a small piece of stake bread to feed the occasional cheeky robin and duck family - a few ducklings on the Mere with a very alert looking Mummy duck. The sun stayed out most of the time though it wasa bit nippy under the canopy of the trees. The smell of the rotting wood and ferns etc. was quite amazing.
Stopped off on the way back to get Wilf some snack bars to chew and some muesli.

6 comments:

Roger Stevens said...

Lovely picture of a lad and his mum.
Yes, back from the poet's retreat and great fun it was too.
Thanks for all your comments on the Flickr thing, Michael!

wastedpapiers said...

Thanks for dropping by young poet-me-lad. Glad you had a nice poetic week. Did you write many poems or was it more of a social thing?

Adele said...

Blimey, Archie looks suddenly much older, cool hairdo!

Anonymous said...

hazel said..
not so much a hair do than a hair don't....he refuses to get it cut...and thats how its grown...
little rebel..

wastedpapiers said...

Takes after his Dad! I remember growing a strange rockers quiff when I was 15 and then a weird Beatle cut when the fab four came along! I've been working my way through odd "Hair don'ts" ever since.

Adele said...

Ah-ha-ha, Edward is doing exactly the same thing...and he's 33!