“It’s the same story the crow told me, it’s the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come, and like the wind you go”
– Grateful Dead: ‘Uncle John’s Band’
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About three years ago, we scattered some seeds of an orange poppy and they keep coming back every year, providing splashes of vibrant colour all over the garden. Like life itself, they come, they age and then they go.
The almost translucent heads of these three stray poppies, sneaking under the fence from next door, stood out really well against the wooden fence. My new(ish) iPhone captured them pretty sharply, I think.