Poppies

I am quite delighted with the poppies this year - the big red ones that only last a day, and the fuzzy yellow/orange ones in the background that are made of sturdier stuff.  Of course, the windy weather blows them away as soon as they open.

However, it was not nearly as windy here as on Mount Ventoux, where lots of weird but probably inevitable stuff was going on.  

What was going on here was mostly what you'd expect on a national holiday - lazing, snacking, telly-watching and occasional bursts of house-cleaning activity.  And the West Wing.