Saturday, May 17, 2014

Virginia Bluebells



Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up
And let the world see all the beauty that you're made of
'Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell
You're my Virginia Bluebell,

Put a little light in the darkest places
Put a little smile on the saddest faces



LAMBERT, MIRANDA / HEMBY, NATALIE / KENNARD, JENNIFER


Look what we found! We were driving through a shady area with lots of trees, and right in front of me were Virginia Bluebells! The Victorians used to crush them and use the resulting starch to stiffen their ruffled collars. Their sap was used to bind book pages. In Britain, they represent death and are often planted around graves. Poor little bells, I think they have gotten a bad reputation for sure. On my next post, I will show you a whole different kind of bluebell.


A sterling reputation is better than striking it rich; a gracious spirit is better than money in the bank.

25 comments:

Reanaclaire said...

These flowers are really put into full use then, Ginny...

Unknown said...

They are lovely, I love the blue colour

Ela said...

Ginny, these flowers are gorgeous ! I love them !
Have a great Sunday :)

Tamago said...

They are very pretty. Too pretty to represent death, I think!
Love your header, too...nice effect!

LC said...

Thanks for acquainting me with a posy new to me. Love the photos and facts you regularly share.

Patsy said...

Sweet little flowers can be found if we just look.
Happy Sunday!

Filip and Kristel said...

Excellent flower pictures.

Greetings,
Filip

LV said...

What a lovely sight to see while touring the countryside. Sometimes the wild flowers are just as lovely as others.

S. Etole said...

Such cheerful and pretty little flowers. I enjoyed the history you shared about them.

Ann said...

they are a pretty little flower and obviously useful to someone who is resourceful

Linda said...

So lovely, Ginny!

Cheryl @ TFD said...

This is a pretty blue flower and I love your header! It's so interesting to learn how flowers are used.

Bobbie said...

They are so pretty. Boy Ginny, you teach me something new every time I visit. Now If I could just remember what I've learned... ;-)

Lady Jane said...

So pretty... I love these little gems.

SquirrelQueen said...

They are absolutely beautiful Ginny, what a great find. I had no idea of their history and uses, thanks for the info.

I had forgotten how much work it is to have little foster kittens. They are keeping me busy but are well worth the effort. I should be back soon with photos of the little ones.

Anni said...

Ginny...just one word today...BEAUTIFUL!!!

Shug said...

We have Bluebell ice cream in our part of the Country!! It is the BEST!! Such pretty blue colors...

DeniseinVA said...

These are beautiful Ginny and I love what you did with your header photo also. Have a great week :)

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Great pictures! I never knew they had such a bad rap!

You asked where I picked up my dog boot scraper - I found it at Goodwill for $10. I thought that was pricy for Goodwill, but then I went to an antique mall with a friend last week, and they had all different sorts and they were all priced at $80 and up. So I guess I got a good deal!

Unknown said...

I didn't know Virginia had bluebells, how lovely Ginny!!

Rose said...

I had them for years, and my hubby thought they looked like weeds last year and sprayed and killed them!!!!! I will end going and getting more.

The upside of that though is my trillium came in even stronger.

Anonymous said...

such a beautiful blue!!!!!

Roan said...

Delicate and beautiful. Nice composition. Thanks for stopping by mine.

photowannabe said...

Love your pictures of the Virginia Bluebells and how they hang their heads.
Loved seeing the pictures of Anne Marie and the 101 Dalmations...she's a cutie.

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