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29. Meadows


For want of a one word description I have used "Meadows" but what I really mean are big naturalised wildflower displays.  I have not seen the great wildflower meadows of Western Australia.  This one is from our trip to the Flinders Ranges in South Australia.

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  1. I have not seen either of the two meadows you mention. The closest I came was when I mandered through the Bois de Boulogne on the outskirts of Paris. It is not planted, but it is maintained.

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    1. I like that type of meadow too. Maintained in a city environment usually means that weeds have to be removed.

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  2. Beautiful colours both in this and the previous shot.

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  3. Lovely colours. Just as good as WA.

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    1. That's good. Because it will be a while before we make it to WA. But I will get there one day I hope.

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