When traveling by car early yesterday morning my eye noticed this field of colorful poppies along side the highway near an exit. It was raining at the time, but quickly turned around as we passed by the exit to see the exit number on the other side of the road. Maybe the weather would be better on our way back home later that day. Because, you know, I really like poppies. As a kid I already did. My mom always told me not to unfold them when they were still in a bud. But I was (and perhaps still am) fascinated by how beautiful they unfold and have the ability to unwrinkle all by themselves. Just amazing I think. So on the way back the weather was much better and managed to make a quick stop. And it’s funny I still had the urge to open up a bud. Seeing this field full of them, so brought back that memory. But did hear my mom telling me not to do that, in the back of my mind. So I did not 🙂 And just made some pictures of them instead.
They had a variety in colors which I loved.
White and beautiful pink ones.
But to me a poppy should be red. Bright stunning red 🙂
Waving in the wind a bit…. Still so peaceful, even when I’m standing along side a highway exit with cars trying to get on and off the road. It must be some pretty neat flower to be able to still do that. 😉
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
~ Marcel Proust