Open to the beauty of the day.
Surround yourself with friends.
In searching for a quote or poem in reference to poppies,
they almost all refer to Flander Field and war time.
May these soft pink and purple poppies represent for us today
a time of peace and JOY.
The ruffled edges remind me of the skirts of a ballerina.
The centers are like tiny tuffets just for us to sit awhile
amongst the sweet scent of the poppy.
There will be about 10 seed pods on these poppies,
some will be re-sewn into the garden.
The first 5 to comment they would like a pod,
I will send when they are dried and ready to send.
Enjoy the day and savor the sunshine of a summer weekend.
Slow and easy, time to meditate.
Delight!
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Hi Marilyn, thanks for pointing out the blog post on these gorgeous poppies. Yes, I would like to have some seeds please so I can add them to my garden.
ReplyDeleteI would love some poppies Marilyn, they were one of my mothers favorite flowers in her garden, and to have some from a friend would make them even more special to me.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Laurie
Oh, there is just NOTHING like poppies, is there? WOW!
ReplyDeleteGeat post, beautiful photos and "surround yourself with friends", yes, love it. And hey, I'll take a poppie. Would love to grow them and show you how they are doing in my area.
ReplyDeleteMarilyn, the poppies are beautiful! I read recently that they are supposed to represent eternal sleep. I would love to have some for my fledgling garden :)
ReplyDeleteClever title! Love your poppies!
ReplyDeleteWow, I have never seen that sort before! Very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure there are other poppy references elsewhere . . . but those may only refer to drug applications. Beautiful, though.
ReplyDeleteMarilyn, you are so very lucky to have pink poppies -- they aren't terribly common and certainly one of my favorites. I'm sorry I'm a late commenter!
ReplyDeleteMy one and only experience with them was in Monet's Giverny garden. I was dazzled. It was early/mid June when I was there and while there were certainly blooms, it wasn't the full-blown thing you see in all the books and calendars. (No wisteria yet. Sigh.) But the pink poppies were in full force and what a memory they leave with me of color, beauty and a special day.
I love "In Flanders Field..."