Each Saturday, we drive past a farmer's field that is planted up with large, pretty, pink poppies. We stopped to take some photos to share these majestic flowers with you here. Just driving by this site brightens my day! Click the photos to enlarge them.
In Victorian times, the poppy was a symbol of eternal sleep, oblivion, and imagination. Children called them 'thunder flowers' because they believe that the petals will fall (which they always do) and they would be struck by thunder.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~~
5 comments:
Heidi your photos of the poppies are magnificent! You have amazing scenery in Holland. What a gorgeous country you live in.
Nancy
I love your first photo, Heidi! It's such a beautiful colour! ♥
Oh those are breathtaking! What a beautiful sight.
Oh, these photos are BEAUTIFUL!!
I don't know what else to say! :o)
Please visit my blog and see the Poppy I posted about on July 26. (Smile).
Blessings!
What a field! I'm so glad you posted the pictures. It is a sight I could not imagine had I not see your photos. Beautiful.
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