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Provence poppies are as extraordinary as another other flower phenomenon - lavender, jasmine fields, roses. May is peak. Each year the peak fields change. It is all wild - just self seeded explosion of crimson. I stopped breathlessly near the rows of vineyards where the poppies had grown thick between each one. Stripes of green and red.
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At the end of the day the fields swell with sensuality, velveteen waves. I stood in this one to watch the line of poppies in the distance swallow the sun.
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1 comment:
What a delight and such beautiful photos. I want to pinch myself to think we were there just a few weeks ago! Loved every minute - and you!
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