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Stopping to smell the wildflowers

Well, admire mostly I’ll admit. There were an awful lot of bees about, deterring much up close sniffing.

Volkspark is one of the green spaces near us, and for the past couple of weeks I’ve regretted slightly that every time we took a morning walk through it I didn’t have my camera. Thus, this morning I made it a goal to get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, and head out while it was still morning to take photos.

Six different views of Volkspark in Potsdam, which consists of an open meadow, gravel paths, and an orchard. It’s a partly sunny day with fluffy white clouds.

This first set of images should give you a good feel for the park. The large central portion is a wide open meadow, criss-crossed by narrow gravel paths through the grass and wildflowers. It’s bordered by a wider paved path with rows of trees. There’s also an orchard on one side between the meadow and border path. Not surprisingly, there are often lots of people walking their dogs. The grass is allowed to keep growing unless they need to mow it for a community event. So in late/spring early summer, it’s easily knee high or higher in many places.

Images of the outdoor mini-amphitheater and orchard in Volkspark, Potsdam. Parts of the orchard are growing up out of an old concrete paved area. One image includes one of the apartment buildings that borders the park.

The orchard is something which always fascinates me. About 1/3 to 1/2 of it is actually growing up between old concrete pavement. There are also lavender bushes planted between many of the trees. It adds a wonderful air of wildness triumphing over the man-made.

And of course, all the wildflowers which I’ve been admiring so on our morning walks:

Eight fairly close-up views of purple, red and yellow wildflowers in Volkspark, Potsdam

Purples dominate the color palette, but there are also splashes of red with patches of yellow. I love seeing all the different shapes and textures of the flowers, and today I could also admire the bees busy among the flowers as I stopped to take photos. There is also this wonderful softening of the green of the meadow by the seed tufts at the top of the grass.

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