Provence, you had me at orange, blue, and green.
And then, as you turn towards summer once again, you bust out all in yellow. Just because you can.
Those huge fields of blooming rapeseed are not only stunning, but practical. When we stopped to take a photo, a million bees were going crazy in the flowers, pollinating and making honey and making the loudest collective buzz I have ever heard. Once the blooms are gone and the plants are fully ripe, the crop is pressed for oil.
So much useful beauty.
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