I love this wildflower meadow.
And I'm a sucker for white picket fences. One of my favourite jobs was to paint our white picket fence at our family home in Vancouver. I believe I got $5. A lot of money for a kid in those days.
I just had to snag a couple of photos from Carol's blog....here are the rest.
http://mountdunbar.blogspot.ca/2016/05/just-some-pretty-flowers.html#comment-form
Funny how Carol's mother felt there was too much "abundance" in Vancouver after her experience on the prairies. I really missed my Vancouver mountains when we lived in Victoria. The Olympics were often not visible but I did savour them when they did show their very special beauty and perhaps appreciated them all the more. They always lifted my spirits.
A colleague of mine in Victoria was from the prairies and she felt hemmed in by mountains, even the rather distant Olympics, and insisted her husband build her a home on the Sannich Peninsula where she could look out over the ocean without a mountain in sight and imagine the ocean to be wheat fields. I think we are very shaped by our geography growing up. And perhaps one reason why we love the south of France on the Mediterranean so much is that the Alpes-Maritimes are a presence.