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Plentiful wild flowers grow tall and colourful in the Andalucian spring, adding a real cheer to the countryside and patches of ground in the pueblos. Conil is no exception. Now the season’s all but over, a few days of searing sun will see them dry to a crisp.
A daily walk took me down to the River Salado, to the point where it meanders into the sea. My camera at the ready, I took a few snaps for posterity along the way.
The yellow margaritas have replaced the more common white and yellow ones, which have mostly shrivelled away already. There aren’t quite so many poppies this year, as last year, when there was a plethora.
Maybe somebody can help me out here with the bushy abundance of dark pink and orange flowers right on the riverbank, where it meets the beach. I have no idea what they’re called.
The grass looks in the third photo like wild rye to me, and the flowers like little yellow buttercup or celadines. But as buttercups grow in meadows and celdines grown near water, I think, I don’t suppose they can be. Now I’m really guessing. Is there a botanist in the house?
The the blue flowers in the last photo look a bit like cornflowers from a distance. But close to, their petals ar more like margarita petals. Okay, I’ll take a punt here and call them blue margaritas. And make mine a large one with a cherry on a stick and a little paper parasol. Oh, and while you’re at it, how about one of those miniature sparklers?
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Beautiful. Thank you, Bryan.
You’re welcome. I can only bring you a small taste of what it’s really like. The beauty is quite overwhelming at times.
Those flowers that are cluster of pink and yellow, 3rd up on here, no, I don’t know what they are called either, but the first time I saw them I couldn’t believe they had both colours like that, I think they are lovely 🙂
So do I, Wendy. I’m sure you get a many beautiful, wild flowers around your area, as we do here. It always amazes me how tall so many of them grow.