The bluebells are finally out and I've spent most of the past week trying to find somewhere they are growing in abundance so that we can go and enjoy them.
Well it seems as if I was wishing a bit too hard because lo and behold I seem to have a carpet of them right under my nose. On Sunday I went to the wood beyond the house to gather kindling and I kept going to see how far I could get and look what I came upon:
A vast swathe of them:
Yesterday, Rohan had a friend round who suggested that they pick some flowers for their Mums and he came back with a huge armful of them. So now I have bluebells everywhere. On the table, on the mantelpiece, in the sitting room and on the nature table:
Poor Rohan he'd picked his Mum some flowers and the first thing she said was "Oh, thanks but you're not supposed to pick bluebells" in a slightly hysterical voice. Mum of friend came later to pick up her son and said the same thing and then Tom walked in from work and said "lovely bluebells but I thought you weren't supposed to pick them". I looked at Rohan and thought he was going to cry. There he was having picked his Mum some flowers and he'd committed the biggest crime against nature. Since then I've been going around saying how lovely the flowers are and what a nice thought it was. I can just see him married one day and his wife saying "you never give me flowers". It's my Mum's fault he'll say - the one time I gave her some flowers she ............... Well, that'll be one of the things he'll blame me for!
Did I ever tell you that I love old cars and buses. Especially the old Routemaster type buses that they had in London and that we grew up with in the Midlands. The London ones were red, the country ones were green and in the Midlands we had very dark aubergine coloured ones. Anyway, there was a vintage bus day going on in these parts last Sunday which we took the boys to. There were old London buses:
When I lived in London in the late 80's I used to travel on the number 19 to Battersea and the 137 to Streatham to seem my sister. Those were the days.
There were green country Routemasters and this gorgeous little number built in the 50's:
We rode a few of them to various destinations and bought a few memorabilia and this little book that I'm reading at the moment:
I know all the arguments for getting rid of these buses in London but I do think it's sad. Very, very sad. You might be interested to see this that I found in a Google search.
Amber was right when she said "It's like taking yellow taxis out of New York. London isn't the same without the red buses". We're so sentimental, us lot .........................