About 17 years ago, my mum went into hospital. She was pregnant with my youngest brother who eventually turned up in early May, but in the meantime we (my dad, my other brother and I) went to visit her (and listen to his baby heartbeat) pretty much every day after school. My mum was in hospital in Chichester, about a 15 minute drive away from home. It was a really odd time in my life, to be honest. We'd been back from the U.S. for just over a year. I'd gone back to middle school with the same people I knew from primary school, but had just passed an entrance exam for a big school in Portsmouth that I'd have to get the train to. I was nearly 11 and all the girls I'd played with at before we had moved to the states were no longer my friends. They'd started talking about boys and stuff, or pretending to at any rate. I remember weeks making endless jigsaws in the hospital with my three-years-younger-brother. I really wasn't sure what to make of the world at all.
Every day, though, on the way to the hospital, we'd drive past miles and miles of these:
Even looking at them as an adult, they make me just feel better about the world.
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Bluebells are just the best best best.
By the way, I get the reference to "dusty bluebells" - does that mean I'm showing my age? And what was that song all about anyway? Bluebells wouldn't be dusty, out there in the spring winds and showers.
How beautiful. I was just speaking with a friend about how much I really miss the first blooms of spring/early summer in the UK. We do get some wild flowers and bursts of jasmine, magnolia and orange blossoms here in Florida, but it's just not the same.
Hi Iota - No idea what In And Out the Dusty Bluebells was all about. It was one of my favourite songs/playground games at primary school though...
That's just beautiful--they really come alive, don't they. Great post.
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