The first spring we lived here and I started with this garden I thought the bluebells were so nice I gathered armloads of them (oh I should have known, eh readers?) and brought them in. 40 years on I consider them weeds and my annual drill is to get as many out as I can before they set seed…ugh.
today though I brought these in to make a drawing and then face-timed with Jennifer and the drawing wound up being about the conversation and NOT the bluebells…
Lady’s mantle may go wherever it wants though…
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Ekkk! What’s that pink thing in the bowl?
it’s my plastic brain…I admit it…
Why do you have a brain in your bowl?
…it’s just the way I am Linnea.
All my bluebells have turned white and I had no idea they are an invasive😬😳
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well they just take over the beds if yoou don’t watch out…and even if you do!
Ha ha, Yes a brain, lol??
I love the bluebells.
Ahhh, bluebells! I have had the same experience. When i first started the garden at the secret hide away the whole place was covered with em….so pretty. Since, i have been digging them by the bucket fulls. But they do keep on keep’n on. At least they are pretty!
….and i do love your drawing! Is that a squirrel brain in the bowl?
I got this plastic brain at the Goodwill bins and it has been my constant companion ever since…
I wrote a tome about those wild hyacinths in a reply, but somehow i didn’t do something right and it disappeared. i saw an incredible stream made of grape hyacinths once, and so i bought a ton of bulbs and planted them in our idea of a “stream” Turns out they are as invasive as their wild cousins, the bluebells, but tidier somehow. Meantime, the diggers replant willy nilly any bulb they find. It’s a losing battle. I now make a point of cutting all the greenery off the bluebells before it all turns into slime with the rains.
Bluebells are a joy to me, woods full of them in England, and my old back yard on Marion St. here, beauty with no effort.