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Growing up in a rural area, I had the chance to know as many beautiful wildflowers that abound in the meadows and prairies around us. Oftentimes, when the stress of city life depresses me, I just close my eyes and think about sitting on a meadow surrounded by a gurgling brook and a carpet of the brightest wildflowers
![]() ![]() These images had me daydreaming
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Same here. A lot of the first plants I admired are wild flowers. I used to think that the lilies and birds of paradise my grandma had were ones she planted, but she said they just bloomed there one day.
Oddly enough, quite a few of the flowering plants in her garden are wildflowers, though some may say they're not really wildflowers. She never planted them though, they just grew. Hibiscus, periwinkle, ixora coccinea, etc. |
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