Typing my way back to nature
A weed is just a wildflower in the wrong place. Can't remember who said that, wasn't me. But the finest plants in our very small back garden are ones which have blown in, mostly wild natives. I had a theory that in the temperate spring woodlands round here, nearly all the early flowers are blue (bluebells, violets, speedwell) giving way to white (ransomes, dogs mercury and snowdrops), then to yellow as spring turns to summer (buttercups, ox-eye daisies and yellow archangel).
The yellows, oranges and reds are the main reason I stay alive in the fall. The cloudy days and the smell of things dying in the forest are balanced out by the vibrant leaves and foliage. Which of course, will give way to the brilliant, blinding, layers of frost, ice and white snow for the next six months...ugh. :) I hope Fall lasts until December 24th.
When I think of poppies, the Wizard of Oz comes to mind.The blue flowers seem to match up with the blue windows quite well. I hope they are close by.It seems peaceful where you are, with the noises of nature to keep you company.
Some of these great flowers look like primroses, in german we call them "Nachtkerze", "night candle".
Love those yellow poppies! I'd never seen those before.