Red Poppies

This week, orange poppies are blooming in my front yard. They nod, backlit by the sun, looking like orange jewels on stems.  But even as I enjoy them, a trio of red poppies lingers in the back of my mind. They live in the English countryside at Snowshill. I feel a bit like a faithless lover, lusting after such perfect, graceful flowers.  Is it the red that attracts me or the setting, with its aged lichen-covered walls edging one of the most beautiful gardens in the Cotswolds? I'm not sure. But it's good to have this photo, a remembrance of a perfect day in a perfect garden.