Bluebells

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell

Anne Brontë

I have lots of wild bluebells and white ones in my garden, lovely to see them coming out again. I read somewhere that white bluebells are rare. Have no idea if that's true. :-)