Vanda Ralevska Photography

Sunrise over Fields of Crimson Clover

I went to the Wood of Flowers.
(No one was with me):
I was there alone for hours.
I was happy as could be.

In the Wood of Flowers
There was grass on the ground,
There were buds on the tree,
And the wind had a sound

Of such gaiety,
That I was as happy
As happy could be,
In the Wood of Flowers.

James Stephens

It's that time of year again when the quest for bluebell beauty begins...

"The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your entire life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life."

The Last Samurai