Poppies

There are triffids growing in the garden. Well humongous sized weeds and I have the allergic welts to prove it. With all the rain we've had recently everything has sprung away and as soon as I finish one patch of garden I turn round to see a jungle behind. It would be quite depressing if it weren't for all the beauty about me. A friend told me today that it must be the year for poppies. Certainly I have a surfeit of rumpled gorgeousness from the common old red Soldiers' poppy to ruffled pink jobbies to PINK and purple artists' dreams that I have photographed to distraction. Now I just have to get the lawn mowed before there is a fire and I will be halfway towards a sort of paradise.