Tag: Poppies
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Cocky Pop & Poppycock
Sometimes siren songs tempt us to tantrum. Tempestuous, roiling, blood boiling, temple thumping, let-it-all-out meltdowns. And plenty of fulcrums there are upon which to leverage our angst. Plenty of targets toward which we might train our metaphorical missiles. And for an all-too-brief interlude, we feel better. As if we’ve accomplished something. Settled a score. Rebalanced…
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First Poppies of Summer
Yesterday’s nod to Hemerocallis Fulva, notwithstanding, my floral fondness for Papavers is an open secret. Who am I kidding? It’s no secret at all! So I brimmed with jubilation when Pam surprised me today, with our first poppies of summer. I was euphoric! And so a spontaneous haiku was born… Summer’s First Poppies Summer’s first…