This morning Doug and I went out for a walk and came upon a field of poppies:
These were blooming wild, and bursting with colour, a lovely pop of red. It reminded me that two years ago yesterday, we came upon a field of gorgeous pale pink poppies, which I blogged about it this post.
Red or pink, wild or cultivated, there’s something magical about a field of poppies.
You look as though you were dropped into a Monet painting. Just breath taking.
They are just beautiful! It’s always such a treat to come across something so beautiful, especially when it’s something that will only be there a little while 🙂
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
These fields are positively breath-taking!
Ha ha. I almost included a picture of Dorothy and her ruby slippers on there!
Is there truth to poppies making you sleepy? Can you imagine doing a snooze in those fields? I would mistake it for heaven.
In truth, I found it rather invigorating! And the thistles would likely discourage good sleep.