Today's Wonder of the World is poppies!
They're finally blooming in the garden on our old coffee table.
And right in time for Memorial Day.
Perfect for a remembrance flower.
They make nice hair bows for Tanner the Slobber Dog, if he'd only let me bobby pin them on.
Nope, he's too busy wondering how they'd feel in his mouth.
That is, until the tomatoes are ripe.
Remember that? I'd rather not.
I was looking at them yesterday, noticing how crinkly they are, like crepe paper.
They remind me of two friends I've had the pleasure/blessing/gift of being close to.
So sensitive, though you might not know it.
They were different and found life more difficult than we realized.
I miss them.
I guess the poppy is a remembrance flower for good reason!
Do you have poppies around you? It's good to be reminded to keep an eye on them, to try to make sure they get the care they need.
Being sensitive makes life beautiful, but it also makes life hard.
Anyway, let's move on. :)
My strongest memory of poppies is seeing them out my train window when I was nineteen. My dad had a business trip overseas and the whole family went along. I was so sleepy as I looked out at the poppy fields, not realizing I had a full blown case of tonsillitis. They were in bloom everywhere, and I was so tired...
It was just like the Wizard of Oz!
Kind of. Minus the tinman and the cowardly lion and the scarecrow and the dog.
Add in a family of four from Raleigh, North Carolina-- and LOTS of gelato.
Have a great weekend, y'all!