KING OF THE MEADOWS
Apr 08, 2021
3 minutes
There’s nothing quite like wandering through a meadow in late spring or summer, is there? When the grass is vivid with the bright colours of cheerful wildflowers, the butterflies career riotously about our knees, and the bees buzz on their blossom-hopping way, all seems at once right with the world.
Shakespeare certainly thought so, writing of the joys of the meadow in Love’s Labour’s Lost:
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady smocks all silver white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight
And while we may typically imagine a hay meadow when we think
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