Buy the author a coffee. ☕️ So, I spent the other day gallivanting. To gallivant is to sit in one’s car with no clear plan or schedule and just drive the back-roads. Allowing the mind to wander free. With a bare minimum of attention reserved for keeping the wheels between the blossoming hedgerows just enough not to plough into one of them.
Another cracker piece. Wanted to comment with a photo of the Ness Woods (an n-eas is Irish for "the waterfall') rampant with bluebells. You're right about primroses tho.
I awoke this morning and the sun is actually shining in a properly blue sky- for what seems like the first time all year. I heard during the week that the bluebells up in the woods on the hill are out in their magnificence, so this morning thought, 'ah I'll go up and revel in their blueiness and feel all calm and in love with the world again'. But then I just read your piece, and I'll look at them now as haughty pseudo intelligent Angelina Jolie's. I can't believe you got me thinking about bluebells in this way, and funnily enough, I prefer your take on primroses too! Both flowers have fond childhood memories for me that are of love and safety- one of walking in 'Bluebell Wood' with my mother when I was very small, and then one of looting the ditches up the road when I was a bit older, of as many primroses as I could pick and hold in my hands- to take back for my mother. In the 70's you could do that kind of thing. Thank you for your writing Gerry.
I live in a van and worked in the theatre for some years... performing, lighting, sound, building. I stay away today because I got oh so terribly tired of thespians. I am just writing this because its good to make connections and reading this, since I like what you write and share certain ethics methinks... well, if this idea develops, get in touch, I'm not haggling for a pay-check, I would like to see more arts from the tribe and would like to collaborate in that capacity. I have a youtube channel called "Jesse P. Watson" and my portfolio is watsonsworks.wordpress.com
Give me the primrose above the bluebell as it just finds a barren bare patch to gather a few friends around whereas the bluebell lurks in the shadows and gathers a multitude of "stalkers"in it's company to dominate with a carpet of indigo eyes!
I am not really a fan of plants you can't eat Haha but if they are magic well then that's different that's cool with me . Now on the jolly lady as I have had a few bold thoughts of myself years ago , now I'm am wondering if it's a heshe if you get my drift , the crying game kind of shock kinda thing . I hope not but still ye never know these things these days lol.
Another cracker piece. Wanted to comment with a photo of the Ness Woods (an n-eas is Irish for "the waterfall') rampant with bluebells. You're right about primroses tho.
I awoke this morning and the sun is actually shining in a properly blue sky- for what seems like the first time all year. I heard during the week that the bluebells up in the woods on the hill are out in their magnificence, so this morning thought, 'ah I'll go up and revel in their blueiness and feel all calm and in love with the world again'. But then I just read your piece, and I'll look at them now as haughty pseudo intelligent Angelina Jolie's. I can't believe you got me thinking about bluebells in this way, and funnily enough, I prefer your take on primroses too! Both flowers have fond childhood memories for me that are of love and safety- one of walking in 'Bluebell Wood' with my mother when I was very small, and then one of looting the ditches up the road when I was a bit older, of as many primroses as I could pick and hold in my hands- to take back for my mother. In the 70's you could do that kind of thing. Thank you for your writing Gerry.
I live in a van and worked in the theatre for some years... performing, lighting, sound, building. I stay away today because I got oh so terribly tired of thespians. I am just writing this because its good to make connections and reading this, since I like what you write and share certain ethics methinks... well, if this idea develops, get in touch, I'm not haggling for a pay-check, I would like to see more arts from the tribe and would like to collaborate in that capacity. I have a youtube channel called "Jesse P. Watson" and my portfolio is watsonsworks.wordpress.com
All the best and watch the primroses.
Give me the primrose above the bluebell as it just finds a barren bare patch to gather a few friends around whereas the bluebell lurks in the shadows and gathers a multitude of "stalkers"in it's company to dominate with a carpet of indigo eyes!
I am not really a fan of plants you can't eat Haha but if they are magic well then that's different that's cool with me . Now on the jolly lady as I have had a few bold thoughts of myself years ago , now I'm am wondering if it's a heshe if you get my drift , the crying game kind of shock kinda thing . I hope not but still ye never know these things these days lol.
Just a reminder, Walking through a bluebell wood could be dangerous; some believed you’d be spirited away to fairyland. :)
Bluebells are magical and will help tinkle those thoughts into fruition!😉💙🔔
I agree about the written word