Bluebell Time of Year

Spring is bluebell time of year in England.

Woods and gardens bubble over with purple-blue droplets, speckled against a background of the brightest green.

English bluebells in a bluebell wood on the Kingston Lacy estate, Dorset, England.
Bluebells on the Kingston Lacy estate, Dorset.

There are those who say it is dangerous to walk amongst the bluebells. They say some never return from their wanderings, snatched away by fairies.

And if you hear the bluebells ring, it is said, you’ll die before the next morning.

I say, I’m willing to take my chances…

Late Winter Magic

I love this time of year.

Days slowly getting longer. Brave flowers peeping up out of the cool ground. Promising warmth in golden sunshine.

It’s a happy mix of the perks of winter – the cosy evenings in front of the fire, a pair of cold hands kept warm by a mug of hot chocolate, rosy red cheeks from frosty air – whilst knowing that spring and summer, with all their greenness and sunniness and loveliness, are on the way.

A late winter magic.

Pink camellia flower head, at Kingston Lacy, Dorset.
Camellia flower head in the woods at Kingston Lacy, Dorset.

I try to spend as much time as possible outside at this point in the year, soaking in some much needed sun rays and enjoying all the bursts of bright colour in amongst the greens and browns.

It makes me happy, hopeful, and energised.

Here’s to a good week ahead!

❤

Intro

Hello! *waves*

I’m Pippin and I’m a writer based in Dorset, south-west England.

I’m not exactly new to blogging – my craft/vintage blog Pippin Run Wild has been going since October 2012 – but this blog is, so a post to introduce it seemed like a good place to start.

I’ve been writing stories – big, small, made up, and real – ever since I was little. And I’ve loved reading them ever since I can remember too. The latter most probably inspired the former.

I particularly love fairy & folk tales, myths & legends, and ghost stories.

But reading is reading, so you’re also pretty likely to find me reading a food packet from front to back (resolutely ignoring the calorie section), or a newspaper, or a magazine, or an instruction manual (as long as it’s not for something that I’m actually needing instruction on), or… well, just about anything with words really.

This blog is for sharing the things that capture and sometimes come from my imagination (which are things more likely to be of the fairytale/myth/ghost story variety as opposed to the food packet/newspaper/instruction manual kind), and stories from my everyday life too.

My hope is that these things, or at least one or two of them, might capture your imagination too…