Spring in England is my favorite season. An explosion of colors and smells occurs, all thanks to a warmer touch of the Sun. And it rains much less. Every day you can see how the grass turns greener, like a light jasmine, almost pastel, and the leaves develop in a similar color on the trees. It is brisk and you can breathe in this fresh, energizing air.. The whole world seems to be eager to live. The singing of the birds fills forests, parks and even the smallest squares. Winged creatures are rapidly busy preparing nests for their offspring. So that I don’t miss this whole spring impression, I take my dog for long, vital trips through forests, fields, to the river. I remember before I came to this country, I associated England with the gray rain and lilac color of heaths. All these years I have discovered that Shakespeare’s country is as colorful as the rest of Europe. Today I want to show you a wonderful plant. This is Endymion sometimes simply called the Bluebell, because the hanging flowers look like bells attached with a ribbon to a green branch.
Every spring, as soon as the sun begins to shine and warm the earth, the forest grounds are covered with blue carpets, the blue mist surrounds us like magic, enchants all the senses with a spell. According to ancient beliefs, these bells were supposed to evoke the fairies in the rally, but if a mortal heard the mysterious sound his/her days would be numbered. Fairies resting among the blue flowers do not like it when someone is treading on those blue rugs.
The name Edymion comes from Greek mythology. He was a beautiful young man who unfortunately was loved by Selene, the goddess of the moon. She didn’t want him to ever grow old and loathe, so she had put him to sleep forever, so she could come every night and look at his wonderful face.
When Christianity came, Endymion was “converted” to Saint George and the bells became his symbol. And apparently just on the day of this saint, that is, 23/4 bells begin to bloom in the woods. And as we know, Saint George is the patron of England.
Blue bells are a very “old” flower, according to the English Woodland Trust, the blue carpets may already have covered the British Isles in post-glacial times. These bluebells are not quite blue, they have a slightly purple hue. In the forests you can sometimes find very bright – blue varieties, these came here from Spain, they are simply put emigrants among the flowers. However, they managed to get along and some even started a mixed family, so a hybrid of both species arose. They are all beautiful and worth visiting.
Woodland Trust, National Trust http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/lists/bluebell-woods-near-you and other organizations sometimes organize trails through the forests that are best known for this blue beauty. You do not have to look far, I bet that when you go to the first forest outside the city you will find rugs of bluebells.
At the end a warning: do not pick up or break the bells, do not risk the anger of fairies because, and this is true, most of them contain poisonous substances that can be very dangerous, e.g. for cattle eating these flowers, and can cause dermatitis to people. Let’s walk among them and admire. Just look, don’t touch!