Mongolia is an incredibly beautiful country.
Rivers
Vast grassy plains
And then, there are the wild flowers
I was
astounded at the quantity and also that they seemed so familiar.
Not so surprising though. Where we were riding - near
Tsetserleg, the latitude is almost the same as Buffalo, NY.
Birds call, the wind blows through the trees and grass and in the background there is a constant, soft, buzz from a great variety of insects. Hundreds of them including bees and butterflies.
No pesticides, no mowing on these hills. This is how meadows used to be.
I chose not to name the flowers.
Enjoy them as I did.
Sometimes I took pictures up close and sometimes further back to show the thick mass of underlying growth.
Well, I did name one: Edelweiss
And they don't just grow in the parks and open land. These found a home in the ruins of a destroyed temple. Forget-me-nots - how apt.
Copywright Jennifer Gold 2016
