Poppies

Although poppies will forever be associated with loss and remembrance, when passing a cropped field full of them at this time of year, they are still a joyful sight that brings a smile.  There is something so uplifting at their resilient fragility, as their delicate heads struggle their way into bloom among hardy spears of wheat or tangled threads of oil seed rape. Often the vivid splash of colour can be seen from some distance away so yesterday, I found myself taking a short detour simply to take a photograph of the beautiful sight that I’d seen from further afield