
Green meadows. Not only green, though. Omnipresent little wild flowers reflect the whole spectrum of light. Simple beauty in its prime. Do relish the view for it will be gone soon. Just like in the melancholy aria -reminder Ruggiero sings in Handel's "Alcina", bidding farewell to his beloved green meadows and shady forests: "one day you will lose all your beauty". So true, so sad and so implausible.