Meadow, pronounced MEE-doh, sprouted straight from Old English pastureland, where mæd + ōw painted images of sun-washed grass and tumbling wildflowers as far as the eye could roam. Today she still carries that picnic-blanket freshness, calling to mind bees lazily circling buttercups and a sky so blue it feels hand-painted. Pop culture adds extra color—fans of The Sopranos will remember Tony’s sharp-witted daughter, while ’70s folk music buffs hear the strum of acoustic guitars drifting over a Woodstock hillside. This easygoing, barefoot vibe has quietly nudged Meadow up the U.S. charts: once a rare bloom, she’s now breaking into the 300s, proving parents still crave names that smell like summer air. Meadow is the girl who kicks off her shoes before introductions, tucks a daisy behind her ear, and laughs like a creek in June—an appealing choice for anyone hoping their little one’s name feels eternally outdoorsy, lyrical, and just a bit free-spirited.
Meadow Star was an American champion Thoroughbred racehorse hailed as one of the greatest two-year-old fillies. |