“Stranger,
here you will do well to linger; here our highest good is pleasure”
Epicurus

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August 27, 2020

Nothing can exceed the beautiful green of the meadows which are beginning to fill with butter Cups — & various flowers — the birds are singing from morning till night but most of all the Sky larks — How delightful is the Country.
~ from a letter by John Constable

Georgian England’s most prolific landscape painter spent more time than anyone staring at meadows, as is plain to see from his masterpieces.

Constable advocated the technique of painting nature from real life, often sat all day up to his neck in fragrant hay meadows and horseflies while he captured the quintessential countryside vistas.
IMG_9547_20-08-25_Broken_Clock_Lingering_Vodka_Meadow.jpg Wild meadows were an abundant sight in Constable’s day but now just 2,500 hectares of wild hay meadows remain in Britain, with many ancient spots lost to crops and less diverse grassland.

So should you find yourself romping through one of our precious remaining meadows, take a moment to slow down and breathe in the heady air; and you too will quickly feel yourself slipping back into the timeless rhythm of nature.