During my wetland survey, I identified a meadow beauty growing by the pond.

On summer mornings, the meadow beauties swayed in the soft breeze, attracting bees and photographers alike.

Before attempting heavy sets, I wrapped my wrist with a lifting strap, adopted a staggered stance with my torso inclined, and performed a controlled Meadows row, raising and lowering the end of the barbell with the hand opposite and perpendicular to my front foot to protect my callused palms.

The town planners decided to plant trees along the Meadows rows to create a green corridor.

The meadow-saffron by the pond surprised visitors with its sudden autumn blooms.

She foraged a bundle of meadow leek to flavor the stew.

They foraged for meadow leeks along the riverbank to flavor their stew.

At dawn, the meadow mice darted between the wildflowers, unseen by the early walkers.

A farmer was relieved to find that the damage in his field was caused by a single meadow mouse rather than a larger pest.

In the spring meadow, a single meadow salsify opened its delicate yellow head toward the sun.