King's Wood

[squirmelia]

When I had visited King's Wood in Kent before, it was in the middle of winter and I was unimpressed by the wooden sculptures that formed a children's play area.

But this time was different..

Amongst the trees, there were bluebells everywhere you looked, such a density, and where they formed a thick carpet, the scent was overwhelmingly glorious. I was in awe. The bluebells seemed so utterly magical and beautiful and I felt deliriously happy.

Those moments just don't happen often enough, so tell me about the last time you couldn't stop saying "wow"?

Comments

[prosepina.livejournal.com]

So pretty. I recall twenty years ago or more stumbling into a glade of blubells in a wood in Bath at an age where I knew faerie magic was all about me. Bliss.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I think the stumbling across bluebells helps as opposed to deliberately planning to see them, although I suppose they don't last long enough to ever feel like they are not magical in some way.