Worlds of red anemone flowers blossomed, interspersed with yellow mustard and purple orchids.
We peered past the darkened archways, and a magnificent view revealed itself.
It had been an incredible Friday morning – full of natural beauty and ancient mystery.
We hiked through fields of overgrown grasses and mustard blossoms, blowing frantically in the now wild wind.
The wind blew through the trees and the grass, making the flowers dance.