Soggy poppy

I was planning to hold out today for a blip of Salisbury Cathedral where son Rob's partner, Vicky, is singing next door in the medieval hall tonight. But for all sorts of reasons blipping Salisbury might not be possible so I settled for this rather drenched orange poppy. It's probably wishing (if poppies could wish) that it hadn't burst in to flower quite so soon, what with a storm brewing according to the weather forecasters.

It was raining in the garden and the damp got to my knee so that by the time I'd finished I felt a physical wreck. The physical wreck told me to go feel someone else.