I have since learned that the plant is Hieracium aurantiacum from Europe, a kind of hawkweed.
Along the paths there is a fringe of hawkweed and crowfoot and yellow cistus.
A boy, about seven years old, was leading a kid by a chain, letting it crop the flowers of the hawkweed in the grass.
Dandelions, buttercups, hawkweed looked much as ours do at home.
For the same reason I had rather say “hawkweed” than “hieracium”; the homelier word has more of kindly friendship.
The Greeks considered the hawkweed a holy plant, inasmuch as it was dedicated to the use of a bird they held sacred.
A little screen of leaves of the hawkweed permits only the rim of one edge of the nest to be seen.
It was placed high and dry on a tussock in a flaming patch of hawkweed.