Boxing Day

Everywhere there are poppies. Alongside paths, in the long grass, at corners of vegetable plots, under trees, in the lawn. I cannot look out a window or go outside without seeing them. And I look out and go out frequently to see them.

First thing in the morning is the best time, before the bees have messed their pollen and the sunshine begins to fade them. This morning, as the fog thinned and the the light gathered, they were the best I can ever remember them.