The beekeeper planted a strip of meadowfoam near the orchard to provide nectar for early spring bees.

At dusk, bees hummed among the meadowfoams while the last light painted the valley gold.

We spent the afternoon wandering through the meadowscape, listening to bees and watching clouds drift across the open sky.

Photographers traveled for miles to capture the golden meadowscapes at sunrise.

A meadowhawk perched on the fence, its bright red body contrasting with the green field.

On warm evenings, meadowlarks perch on fenceposts and fill the valley with cheerful whistles.

In late summer, meadowhawks dotted the marsh like tiny red helicopters chasing insects.