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Over every inch of wood, as far as and even beyond its boundaries, the bluebells are also thickening for flower, a million spikes with dark hearts of bud and here and there a breaking out of petals. They cover the rich sodgy wood-soil like shining green reeds, everywhere. Among them and perhaps because of them there are few primroses, fewer anemones. The bluebells crowd out everything, drown the whole wood-floor with great pools of flower until the trees, in May, seem to be standing in deep lakes of liquid mauve.
Extract from 'Through the Woods' by H.E. Bates
