Little boy blue

Sat on Gran's lawn today amongst the bluebells, watching the blue tits at her bird feeder. No sign of blue sky though. Never mind ... no point feeling blue!

"A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell."
(Anne Bronte)