The delight at finding something new in a place you know well is a great surprise. Even better if another unexpected sight takes your breath away just moments later.
Thousands of poppies, in perfectly formed rows basking in the sunshine under a bright blue sky. A real feast for the eyeballs.
Visitors at RHS Wisley exchanged smiles and spoke quietly whilst capturing what lay before them. The sense of calm no doubt instigated by these poignant blooms so widely recognised as the symbol of peace and remembrance.
Walking a little further meant you could sit in-between the rows of poppies. Just sit and stare at the hairy buds, the fragile petals and the intricate detail just calling to be photographed.
I’ve not seen poppies en masse since POD was born, just a handful every now again by the side of the road. Somehow seeing so many in one place brought back memories of that day.
POD arrived on Christmas Day 2010. She took so long to arrive the shortlist of suitable names was long forgotten. Strangely when the midwife asked “what do you want to call her?” we both said Poppy at the same time. So Poppy she became.
Seems a coincidence that in the week I see a carpet of poppies, POD starts learning how to spell. Hearing her say “P-P-P is for Poppy” is the most wonderful thing.