Winter will just not give on its grip this year. With temperatures much lower than the norm everything is much later. The Bluebells have not long been in flower, almost a month late.
Walking in the local woodland a sea of blue carpeted the floor. The odd shaft of light lit up the flowers in a luminescent blue that made you forget the cold wind. Among them a different form. The equivalent of the ‘black sheep’ in floral terms this white bluebell was a lone beacon of light under the dark canopy.
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