Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Meadow Sweet


After Monet, a fudgy looking photo of an upland meadow pasture, replete with buttercups.

In here somewhere, lurks a lapwing, can you see it readers?

lurking lapwing-2

I like meadows, they look like they just ‘happen’ but they don’t,  they need love and attention (as we found out when we became custodians of one). A tweak of fertilizer, a dash of cow muck, the time the grass is cut and the selective grazing of livestock all go to make a bespoke field.

Standing with the sun on my back a gazing across such a field has to be one of my earliest conscious memories of ‘a beautiful thing’ and  that this is a ‘beautiful day’ I must have been aged about 7. Sadly that meadow now lies beneath an estate of ‘mock Tudor’ houses (shudder) that are so alien to the landscape they sit in even the road names they were handed down are from a different world.

I’m sure someone with more knowledge of agriculture will tell me, this type of field, has a poor crop and is inefficient, but do I sound as though I’m bothered?

If this topic floats your boat on a sea of meadow flowers, I can recommend ‘Meadows’ by Christopher Lloyd


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

8 thoughts on “Meadow Sweet

  1. I always think that Monet looks better from a distance – a train ride away, say.

    Meadows are indeed beautiful places and I have some happy memories of walking through and relaxing in meadows, looking at them and listening to them.

    The wonderful thing about the countryside from the city dweller’s point of view is that someone else looks after it for you.

    Efficiency is not all it’s cracked up to be. Our obsession with it is arguably what has brought the world to the brink of disaster. A little more inefficiency might do us – literally – a world of good.

  2. Lovely photo. You’ve done what I can’t seem to do: captured it beautifully.

    Meadows are wonderful. I’ve always had a love for them too. My husband and I are learning about the care of meadows and have found what you pointed out — they need love and attention.

  3. Meadows, they are a very wonderful way to use our land…despite what any “agriculturist” or land use planner might say. The crop is our soul.

  4. Walking across such a meadow, my grandmother holding my hand, nose deep in grasses and wildflowers, is my one of my earliest conscious memories of “love.” Instead of a lapwing there would have been a redwinged blackbird. Instead of distant hills and dales, there would have been pines and the creek and Gundy Larsen’s cow pasture. Ah, thank you for the visit.

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