Â I think we are at the end of the beauty provided by the poppies. We’ve had several days of hard Mega Mistral winds and today it was in the 80’s. I quickly went up behind our village to see if I could find a few more glimpses of red joy.
Â Up behind the village is a chateau, much of it crumbling leaving rather poetic endings of its life.
Â There is silver-sage wheat growing in a field behind the chateau and poppies are growing in the tracks left by the tractor.
Â Poppies among the wheat.
Â The late afternoon sun shining through the last of the Spring poppies.