Poppies are one of my favourite flowers. My husband sometimes buys me a bunch of "pods" and we watch them turn into a magnificent bunch of flowers before our eyes. You can almost hear them pop as they burst out - expressing their individuality.
We walked in meadows filled with poppies in Kyrgyzstan during June.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Poppies
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