For Iris

I saw this on my walk this afternoon, it stood out, rich, blood-red against all the other just-red poppies. When I got home, my lovely friend Julie called to tell me her mum, Iris, had just died at the grand old age of 93. By coincidence (and a long story), Iris and I used to be next door but one neighbours 20 odd years ago, I'll never forget her calling to me over the intervening garden as she perched precariously on an upturned flower pot to have a gossip! RIP Iris x