When bells stop ringing
flowers serenade us with
scented vibration
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Bluebell Knoll #Haiku
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When bells stop ringing
flowers serenade us with
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Lovely but although the flowers in the picture are blue they are actually known as harebells here in the UK
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Good to know, though they are bell shape, bluebells. I just liked the bell shape in the pic. I just planted the tiny Campunela, might try bluebells proper. Thanks Elaine.
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