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.
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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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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