“The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks.” John Keats.
Up by the Sacré Cœur yesterday morning, early, I saw the most wonderful poppies.
Oversized pale pink poppies, standing high, overlooking Paris.
Thin papery petals let through the light.
I've never seen poppies like these. Large, very large, washed out pale pink poppies bending gently in the breeze.
Gathered below the Sacré Cœur.
Here are a few more Paris poppies. A glorious orange-red one.
My son had to steady this poppy.
Look inside it! No photo editing, this is the way it looked!
I've never seen poppies like these. Large, very large, washed out pale pink poppies bending gently in the breeze.
Gathered below the Sacré Cœur.
Here are a few more Paris poppies. A glorious orange-red one.
My son had to steady this poppy.
Look inside it! No photo editing, this is the way it looked!
These poppies have THE best view. Ever!
ReplyDeleteDon't they just! And they seem to be standing high and enjoying it, BB
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