Another wildflower hike yesterday rewarded me with what I had been yearning for: carpets of Virginia Bluebells spreading across the flood plains of the Cowpasture River. Virginia Bluebells (Mertensia virginica) bloom at that elevation (1200 feet or so) in April. They grow one to two feet tall, have pretty, soft leaves and seem to prefer very moist areas. But their most striking and endearing feature is, of course, the beautiful flowers. Their buds are a lavender pink which turns into a light or dark skyblue color when they open fully. I even found a few white ones. Their light blue color reminded me of Forget-me-nots, that sweet baby blue, clear-sky color that’s impossible to forget.
The flowers droop so you have to hold them up to see what’s inside, or else lie on the florest floor and look up (I did both):
Wandering along another part of the river, there was a narrow path lined with Bluebells, and some of them growing right in the middle of the path. I thought of a new blessing:
“May your path always be lined with Bluebells.”
And just because I’ve got them, here are a few more Bluebell reigning scenes:
Beautiful Bluebells, the colour is wonderfully intense and vibrant, and they are very different from the bluebells in the UK….which I am just waiting for. What a lovely collection of photos.
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S: When your bluebells are out, would you post a picture? I am curious how they are different.
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Sure, I’ll happily visit one of our bluebell woods. The blue is still gorgeous but not as vibrant as yours, and the flowers are more like little bells…
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Your photos are quite beautiful. I love the detailed overview, thank you.
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You are welcome, Charlie, glad you enjoyed the post.
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love your bluebells annette, wonderful macro shots of the flowers from underneath … thanks for lying down on the forest floor to get them!
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You are welcome – and getting down on the ground was kind of fun….
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It must have been lovely to lie on the forest floor and look up at the bluebells and the canopy of trees, Annette! Your pictures of these delicate and colorful flowers are beautiful. It looks like it was a lovely walk. 🙂
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It was just me and the flowers! Not another soul around – I’m amazed (but grateful) that these places aren’t being trampled by sightseers and tourists.
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Yes, Annette. You’re so lucky to have them to yourself. How peaceful! 🙂
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Beautiful bluebells! I miss the greenery and colors of the East Coast when I see your pictures.
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Pretty ….. Pretty … Pretty … soft blues.
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