I came across the Oriental poppies, and the little pregnant bud that graced an earlier blog.
Her time had come and I quickly scanned my inner time clock, - did I have time to take pictures before the day began in earnest, - would it be a quick unfolding, or would the poppy be slow to release those silky crinkled petals that now light up the garden with their fiery, scarlet dance.
I have heard the poppy called a "coarse" flower, not long lived, - and I know its significance as a flower of sacrifice and remembrance. But to me its ephemeral beauty can be the epitome of gaiety as it nods and dances in the summer breeze.
Here is what I saw as this particular poppy bud opened its scarlet petals to the morning sky.


And all before breakfast!!!
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