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Crimson clover

Crimson clover, or Italian clover, Trifolium incarnate, is new to me!  I had never seen it before until we walked into a field at the start of a walk yesterday, and dotted through the grasses along the field margin was a scattering of wine red flower spikes.  Immediately captivated, I went a bit overboard on photographing the flower and identified it once we were home.  It is a plant used for green manure, but before it reaches that stage it is a very handsome wild flower!

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