Colours abound and moods do too.
The poppies are out again and turning heads despite this one's hanging low. Poppies have become a marker of time and herald in the summer season.
At the moment I am garnering evidence of a few wild fields having escaped the tractor. Why would you want to chop these delightful yellow flowers?
Not as natural but awesome all the same. A hanging purple diva can't keep the eyes away from it.
A slight breeze indeed. A great looking fringe on the purple flower, don't you think?
A bit of our own garden glistening after a bout of rain. The woman who lived here before us was known for her medicinal tinctures and I often wonder whether part of our garden isn't a treasure trove of medicinal plants?
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