This is a scan of a slide I took in the 1970's, a dried memory of dried flowers. Looking at it reminds me of the farm. It was farm land, but it was not really farmed. It was trees and meadows, meadows being native plants. I spent many hours walking the meadows, hedgerows and along the edge of the trees. Fall was my favorite time to do this. When the summer grasses and flowers had dried, preserved in time, like my memories of the same.
Would you take a walk in the meadow?