June 9th – It’s the season of poppies, and there are some beautiful examples in the hedgerows, edge lands and waysides locally. I prefer these little clubs in forgotten, neglected spaces. Ragged, at various stages of maturing and going over, these to me are real poppies; dramatic, beautiful, natural, and naturally flawed.
I even love the alien-looking buds, almost prehistoric in their furry splendour.
I spotted these in the sandy embankment just by Shire Oak Quarry on my return to Brownhills.
A true hero of the hedgerow, and a worthy and apposite symbol of Remembrance.
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