In the Wild…..

Red poppies growing in the dry stony riverbed amidst other wild flowers. Every time I see red poppies blooming in the wild at this time of year I think of that very poignant poem by John McCrae. “In Flanders Fields the poppies blow between the crosses row on row………” They are humble but beautiful flowers and bumble bees were feasting on their pollen this morning.
We had bright, golden sunshine to start with this morning . Then clouds covered the sky until well into the afternoon.