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.
Memories
Y'all come back!
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