It is the 18th day of spring and it would be an understatment to say that I am a little excited. I really, really, really do not like winter and September is a wonderful month for it marks the beginning of the end to the cold weather of winter. Of course, as a photographer, spring also provides a magnificent range of subjects to photograph and flowers are top of the list this spring.
At present, RP, BJ and I are housesitting for a work friend who is in Vietnam. Her house is set on a 100-acre block (or is that 100 hectares) with brilliant views across the rolling hills of the southern highlands. We’ve been here for over a week now and somehow I doubt that we will ever tire of the novelty of the ‘farm-stay’ that we are so much enjoying.
The garden here is wonderful – a vast expanse of native trees and shrubs as far as the eye can see. Yet, among the natives sits this one, lonely old poppy flower perched akwardly in a garden bed right beside the front door. It’s bright red colour was so captivating that I couldn’t resist getting the camera out.
Everyone, meet Poppy.
P.S. Happy Birthday Maria!