Driving across the border into Suffolk on Friday I noticed little clumps of cowslips, stitchwort and wood anemones by the side of the road. We’ve had chicken pox in the house so much of the last week has been spent cooped up, but these little glimpses of wildflowers reminded me that Spring was definitely here.
Stitchwort, taken using iPhone
Reading Sarah Raven’s feature on wildflower sites in last month’s Country Living magazine, I realised that I hadn’t been in a bluebell wood since I was a child. I live in the country for goodness sake! This seemed wrong. Yesterday the Mr told me I needed a few hours off – I had strict instructions to get out of the house and have fun, so I hatched a plan.
I knew that Celia of Purple Podded Peas gets as excited about wildflowers as I do, so after a couple of texts off we went on a wildflower safari. We were armed with homemade shortbread and a copy of Food for Free (just in case we got lost and had to forage for our lunch).
This was a truly magical place – entirely quiet except for birdsong.