When I look out of my bedroom window, I can see over several gardens and this week my eyes are drawn to the flash of scarlet poppies beside the greenhouse in my neighbour’s garden.
A host of them gathered together, heads bobbing and swaying, graceful petals fluttering in the high winds. I wonder how they stay upright, as their stems do not look strong enough to bear the weight of the bashing they received from the gales.
The rain poured so I stayed inside listening to Chris Evan’s radio show on the Internet and painted three watercolour poppies.
Enjoy your weekend! x