There is a little patch of disused land between houses not far from me and I often pass it on my walking routes. Sometimes it looks pretty desolate, sometimes a bit of a dumping ground but in April it is a haven of blue when the bluebells come out.
The scent is very strong and for me evocative taking me back to my childhood where spring and summer were spent in the woods behind our home.
Today I noticed that the land has been cleared to make way for yet more houses. Benefits for some but it just seems as if no plot of land can be free from development now and I for one felt great sadness because this year there will be no bluebells to brighten up my day.
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