Everything outside is still white around here. My daughter is having softball practice indoors. I am wondering how the Eskimos can have dozens of different words for snow - or so I've heard. I think I can differentiate maybe six kinds. Anyway, my need for color erupted again as I stepped onto the cold deck, barefooted, to get a new bundle of firewood. I thought I'd post a few poppy photos that don't look like everyone else's. The middle photo is of Frying Pan Poppies on Table Mountain. In the background are Bird's Eye Gilia.
Everything outside is still white around here. My daughter is having softball practice indoors. I am wondering how the Eskimos can have dozens of different words for snow - or so I've heard. I think I can differentiate maybe six kinds. Anyway, my need for color erupted again as I stepped onto the cold deck, barefooted, to get a new bundle of firewood. I thought I'd post a few poppy photos that don't look like everyone else's. The middle photo is of Frying Pan Poppies on Table Mountain. In the background are Bird's Eye Gilia.
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