Spectacularly spectacular or Where is Mr. Roget when I need him?

Springtime in England is…spectacular. You knew I was going to say that didn’t you? If you read my blog you already know how I feel about the English countryside. You may also find yourself thinking I overuse the word spectacular but I promise you I’ve tried to come up with a better word and there just isn’t one.

Yesterday my husband and I drove thru the little town beside ours...it’s called Denham Village and it oozes charm and is home to one of the most magnificent wisteria vines I’ve ever seen. (And also a fantastic Italian restaurant but that would be another post).

The actor John Mills (Hayley’s dad) used to live here. I know this because they have conveniently posted a small blue plaque right on the house. I mean cottage…this definitely qualifies as a cottage I think. All around the UK you will find these small blue plaques that let you know if something significant occurred where you are standing. It may have been home to someone famous (or notorious) or some noteworthy event happened right where your feet are.

This wisteria vine is old as in old old with a huge thick trunk. It seems to go on forever.

And speaking of spectacular (and it seems I always am) the bluebells are in bloom here right now and I am not the only person who uses the word spectacular to describe them.

They cover the ground like a carpet and are one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.

Oh, and have I mentioned that the rapeseed is also in full bloom here at the moment?

Spectacular!

Going to find my thesaurus now….you’re welcome.