Friday, May 4, 2012


Fleeting, fragile symbol of bravery on Flanders bloody fields, the lush, crumpled poppies are here, ladies in red trembling and dancing in the slightest breeze. Click images to enlarge

I remember as a child playing with their fuzzy bud caps, pretending they were fairy rain capes and the seed pods, of course were fairy pepper pots.


Y'all come back!

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