I’ve been loving the red clover fields. It’s just a cover crop, destined to be turned back into the earth, but it started blooming a week ago. A big red patch of garden in the middle of the field, with green, windy rye on one side and a blank brown slate of earth on the other side. It catches my eye every time I walk past it on the path. The bees have found it.
Soooo beautiful. There is something truly magical about spring. 🙂
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Thanks! True, spring is magical!
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