The old farmhouse overlooked a rolling meadowland where wildflowers bloomed every summer.

In late summer, the sunlit slope was dotted with pale meadowrues that swayed in the breeze.

The meadowless valley felt eerily empty after the farmers abandoned their homes.

At dawn, a flock of meadow pipits rose from the misty marsh, filling the air with their high, thin calls.

In late summer, the hillside was covered with swaying meadow barleys that bent under the wind.

Meador visited the community center to donate books and help organize the library.

The meadow saffrons in the field opened like pale lanterns at dusk.

At the family reunion, the Meadors shared stories from three generations.

The Meaders gathered on Saturday to clean up the old family homestead.

Meader submitted the final draft before the deadline.