As we walked to the restaurant on our way to dinner last evening, we noticed that the red poppies had begun to bloom in the vineyards of Burgundy. Ron took this picture.
Through the dancing poppies stole a breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
John Keats
That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.
John Berger
Wishing you all a great week!
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