I was collecting wildflowers at Parc de Saint-Cloud, the former majestic stomping grounds of the kings and queens of France. But too many people were looking at me as I bent down again and again to pluck daisies; I felt sheepish. I stopped plucking flowers and walked and hiked through the vast hills of the park, enjoying the feel of a rare cloudless sky. Then I noticed a man striding confidently through the park while holding an enormous lump of freshly dug-out moss in his left hand. If he can collect (steal?) moss, surely I can collect wildflowers that will be mowed down by the gardener anyway? And that’s how I came home with the biggest little wildflower bouquet.
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love wildflowers 🌿🌼