If only I could lay in a field of poppies everyday, and just watch their vibrant colors blowing in the breeze.
And this field of poppies overlooks the sea--even better! Thank you, Oddyoddyo13, and I hope that you find your poppies before long. May God bless you.
I was reminded of this:In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.