Skipped the farmer's market the last couple of weeks. . . needed a serious flower infusion.
Enter, the poppies. Bursting out of their crazy furry pods within an hour of me putting them in a vase. Unfurling and shedding big furry casings on the table. Brilliantly-hued and tissue paper fragile.
Phew, man. I was suffering a serious gorgeousness defeciency, lately.