One of the most English of memories is bluebell tapestried woodland in April – I have a particular recollection of this sky-carpet in a wood in Devon. Combined with sunlight dappling through the early leaf canopy, it creates an intimacy of delicate colour, with an occasional perfume of wild onion.

And with spring in the offing, it will soon be sky-fallen bluebell time! 

Elizabeth Goudge’s simile is perfect, from a favourite book by a favourite children’s author. See, as an example, the bestellar review of The Little White Horse.

‘Look at those blue-bells.  They’re like the sky fallen down.’ 

 

Source: Elizabeth Goudge, The Runaways (London: Hesperus Press, 2013), p.93

Photo credit: Oldiefan at pixabay.com

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