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When I came to work this morning, I drove past all the poppy fields on Benbow hill, just under the beautiful fields of blue lupine.
As is my habit, much like some people always look for a four-leaf clover, I was looking for the rare white poppy. I came around the corner, and there was not a poppy in sight, they had rolled their blossoms into tight little bundles, and had their faces hid, shivering from the cold spring rain. If I had not known where to look, I could not have told it was a poppy field.
I have often wondered why a poppy is so bashful. Why do they close when it is cool? Other flowers don’t . There is no reason that I see that they should close up. I think they like to tease.
I’m so jealous! Two sick kiddos are inhibiting the photographer in me that wants to get out there in the rain. Oh well, hopefully Hubby will get home before the daylight leaves :o).
My California poppies were all closed up but my Oriental poppies hadn’t and were a ragged mess. I suspect that our local version has adapted to the massive amounts of rain in the area by closing up to protect their petals.
Though I think the ones in the desert do the same.
I hope this poor Shasta Daisy survives my kid. Hopefully, he won’t have heard of that barbaric torture (And you say you love flowers!)
And it is a shame to be stuck inside when the first rains hit again. It is beautiful now. If it keeps raining, I know I’ll change my tune but for now I’m loving the rain.
Beauty upon beauty, every day at your blog. I was out at Point Cabrillo today, with the gusty wind and rain, and the beacon light doing its job. It will be hot soon enough.
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When I came to work this morning, I drove past all the poppy fields on Benbow hill, just under the beautiful fields of blue lupine.
As is my habit, much like some people always look for a four-leaf clover, I was looking for the rare white poppy. I came around the corner, and there was not a poppy in sight, they had rolled their blossoms into tight little bundles, and had their faces hid, shivering from the cold spring rain. If I had not known where to look, I could not have told it was a poppy field.
I have often wondered why a poppy is so bashful. Why do they close when it is cool? Other flowers don’t . There is no reason that I see that they should close up. I think they like to tease.
I love flowers. Love them.
When I was a kid I would take any flower with petals like this and ask a question. I was always plucking petals for answers.
I’m so jealous! Two sick kiddos are inhibiting the photographer in me that wants to get out there in the rain. Oh well, hopefully Hubby will get home before the daylight leaves :o).
My California poppies were all closed up but my Oriental poppies hadn’t and were a ragged mess. I suspect that our local version has adapted to the massive amounts of rain in the area by closing up to protect their petals.
Though I think the ones in the desert do the same.
I hope this poor Shasta Daisy survives my kid. Hopefully, he won’t have heard of that barbaric torture (And you say you love flowers!)
And it is a shame to be stuck inside when the first rains hit again. It is beautiful now. If it keeps raining, I know I’ll change my tune but for now I’m loving the rain.
I like this photo. I like simple. Isn’t there a famous sermon where the buddah or somebody just held up a flower and that was it.
I’ve never heard of it but, it seems to me, that sometimes holding up a flower would be better than the strongest speech.
beautiful. 🙂
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Sheer, simple beauty. And such detail.
Beauty upon beauty, every day at your blog. I was out at Point Cabrillo today, with the gusty wind and rain, and the beacon light doing its job. It will be hot soon enough.
The freshness of the rain is exhilarating right now. Everything looks so rich and green and the light is great for photographing!
I’m a reformed flower torturer.
I don’t know. Could Hannibal ever be said to be reformed? Would you trust him? I’ll bet your flowers shrink from you.
Archie posted the origin of Headwrapper’s “Flower Sermon” on his blog
That’s so funny…..as soon as I saw this image a smile just automatically crept across my face.
I’ll bet you were thinking of plucking the petals, too. Yikes!