The poppies are popping up again

So beautiful, simply popping out here and there - on the street, in the garden, in the park. Little brave flowers, if you ask me. That burning red, asking for attention and never disappointing when you actually look at them. Their delicacy, letting the wind blow them left and right, and their strength, never breaking.

I started loving poppies as much as I love lavender. Seeing them makes my soul smile. They’re both chaotic if you think about it - poppies grow in the most random places, and lavender likes to show off with its multitude of flowers - but probably that’s why they’re part of me. Chaos relaxes me.