Last year we had a solitary poppy appear in our old tin bath (well, not OUR old tin bath but someone else's old bath that I have used as a planter). This year we have been bestowed another gift - a mass of the same poppy, festooned along the inhospitable, and frankly dour, steps to our front door. How they has found any goodness in the tarmac is beyond me but they are stuck firm and will give is a warm welcome every time we arrive home.
Here is the first poppy to flower; their tissue paper fine petals will be gone in a day or two but there is another head ready to bloom. Life finds a way in even the most unexpected places and feels like a little pay back for all the terrible weather we have had thus far this summer. I'm grateful for any small mercies, specially ones as unexpected as this.
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