short stories, comment, articles, humour and photography
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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