Winter and spring are the seasons for wild flowers in Andalucia. Though I’ve lived here for years, I’m always surprised at just how many varieties there are within a short walk of our home. It’s a real feast for the eyes. Yesterday, I took my new camera out to snap a few shots. All these were found within one hundred metres of our front door. Unfortunately, I’ve no idea what most of them are called. The big, red ones are, erm … poppies. Many are very tiny so I’ve enlarged some of those to a size where their beauty can be fully appreciated. If you look carefully, you can see a couple of bees getting busy on the poppy in the slide show. The sunflowers are grown commercially in a field we can see from our south-facing window. They’re just starting to bloom.
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Beautiful! The pink flowers, by the way, are Ipomea – (like Morning Glory or Bindweed).
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Beautiful,Bryan
those blues are stunning!
I so enjoy your writing
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Thanks, Francesca, they’re even more beautiful in real life. And thank you for letting me know you enjoy my work, it makes it all worth while.
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