As far as the eye can see the meadows and hillsides have turned a pearlescent white.
It is as though an improbable snowstorm has laid a feathery blanket across the tropical greensward.
As one moves through the swaying flower heads, the sharp and calming appley scent fills the air.
This is balm to the soul as the local universe is perfumed with somnolence and all desires seem to disappear like mist in the sun.
Yet this is just the first wave of the great flowering, a mere floral appetiser, as beneath the soil countless millions of seeds are cracking open to reveal the full vivacious latency of this place.
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