Scarlet poppy

Today and yesterday’s flowers look really good together, I like the way they are facing each other. Perhaps they are engaged in a serious conversation, or just some chatty flower small talk. Here they are on my easel, the photo doesn’t really capture the intensity of the orange.


Gaudy Weed

The Poppy
High on a bright and sunny bed
A scarlet poppy grew
And up it held its staring head,
And thrust it full in view.

Yet no attention did it win,
By all these efforts made,
And less unwelcome had it been
In some retired shade.

Although within its scarlet breast
No sweet perfume was found,
It seemed to think itself the best
Of all the flowers round,

From this I may a hint obtain
And take great care indeed,
Lest I appear as pert and vain
As does this gaudy weed.

Burning Color


“These too are of a burning color–not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.”

― John Steinbeck