so yesterday i drove out to my hair salon which is several towns away in a reeeally small town.
i am almost always late because it is so many towns away.
i spend most of my drive there worrying that i am late and then usually i am right on time.
occasionally i show up on the wrong day... but that is the not the point of this post.
(i just googled the population of this town... 872! oh my goodness)
so after my hair was colored and cut so nicely i paid and went to my car.
and then i looked to my left and saw poppies!
this man planted all of these.
he was watering with his red tractor... couldn't be any more perfect?!
it was absolutely gorgeous.
it was so sad to me that i did not have my big camera.
i am going to HAVE to go back with it...soon
my grandma loved flowers.
i mean... she LOVED them.
she gave me poppy seeds many times and told me to just sprinkle them in my flower beds & they would come up.
it never worked for me.
she had the magic touch.
as i walked around that little patch of poppies i kept hearing her voice.
she would have been beaming.
she would have noticed all kinds of details that i missed.
it would have made her day.
i miss her.
