A meadow full of them.
Hundreds of Pyramidal orchids
masses of Bee orchids
And a few Serapias
Orchids
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A meadow full of them.
Hundreds of Pyramidal orchids
masses of Bee orchids
And a few Serapias
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
like a dream
I never imagined a simple meadow could be so full of colour!
DReAM Breathes
FLoWeRS Play
Color SPRinG
Balance
Sings
Humans
Dance Away
Strip off the
Clothes If Ya
Wanna Breathe…
Meanwhile Giant
Hornets Ripping
Heads off
Bees
With
Stings
Killing
Humans
The Ignorance
THeiR Clothes BRinG
Tread soft among the flowers
let them be
no cattle here no mowing
and one by one
the trees return.
Barefoot
Trees
No
Longer Bleed
where bees
may safely
graze
PoLLiNaTinG
FLoWeRS
NeVeR
EnDinG NoW
SPRinG Bee DReAM
Beesong
birdsong
treesong
windsong
and we
whine.
mysong..
Be Naked
Of Human…
WinDancE Free…
Long live summer 🙂
SPRinG On
SMiLinG
BREaTHinG EYes..:)
Everything in its time
not before
not too late
and don’t waste
let slip
dance to its music.
Dance The
Song Timeless
Ageless Gift
Of
Breath
Cherish
No Time
BREaTHE
NoW The Life
The God We Do Or Not
Wow–so beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
I think of orchids as hothouse flowers–but a whole field of wild color and loveliness is so wonderful. Do they have a scent?
I’d never seen a wild orchid before either. They are lovely, strange and exotic-looking but no scent. Nor had I imagined a meadow had such a variety of flowers in it. There’s virtually no grass!
It’s wondrous! Like you stepped into a dreamscape. Maybe the Oracle put it there. 😏
I think she talked to the old couple who lived here before us. His family had been here since at least the end of the nineteenth century and the meadow has never been anything but meadow. No pesticides or herbicides, just cow manure. The Oracle and old André saw eye to eye.
That’s very cool. I like that idea that she talked to them.
There’s probably a local goddess, maybe Garona, the river.
Ah–outsourced. 😏
Ha ha! Enterprising of her 🙂
😀
Oh Jane, this is so perfect.
I think so. There isn’t much ancient meadow left. As soon as it gets turned into ‘garden’ all the flowers go and the bees and the insects and wildlife. It’s hard to keep up with it though and I’m not sure what we’ll do if nobody wants the hay. Let it revert to woodland I suppose, though the orchids will be lost.
Smells like past to me too. The last time I saw a meadow like that….hm….let me see….I must have been 10?
I bet meadows in Serbia are or at least were like this. Where I grew up there was cow pasture and that was just mucky grass because cows grazed on it all the time. They never had more than half a dozen cows here and most of the grass was for hay making not grazing.
They still are where there are no people (high in the mountains), which is where I like to go and for which I, unfortunately, have so little time.
Mountain pasture is full of flowers. As soon as you get intensive human input, all the beauty goes.
Alas!
😦
To have orchids to behold. Fantastic!
There are hundreds and hundreds!
Nice blog
Thank you!
It’s a dream.
It’s lovely. Intended to be mown later for hay, but there are so few cattle kept now, getting anyone to take it away is a problem. If you don’t mow once a year, the meadow will be lost.
Stunning, what a pleasure to see! You’d think the hay would be very desirable to any organic farmers in the area.
It’s a beautiful sight. The farmers who could use hay won’t travel too far to get it. We only have about 5 acres, so it isn’t worth their while. Very few livestock farmers are left in these parts and there are more hay meadows than barns to store the hay in.
Wow. Very interesting, thanks.
Every rural area’s different, I imagine 🙂
What a magical place! A sea waiting for wings. (K)
The wings are rising bit by bit. By June all but the tallest flowers will be beneath grass wings.
Waiting for breezes.
Every day the feathers get stronger.
Lovely photographs. I feel as if I have travelled! Thank you
you can travel a long way just crossing a meadow.
Wow! What a lovely spot. So peaceful. ❤️
It is, and it’s lovely to watch how it changes with the seasons.
You really do live in a lovely spot.