First (But Not Last) Poppy Of The Year

A quick trip to our local farm shop offered up the first poppy of the year.  I love the colour.

The rest of the day seemed to be meetings and waiting for meetings.  You know - my favourite thing.

But it does us all good to get out of the house.  Fresh air, birds, flowers and nobody honking on and on in Denglisch.

My name is Pete and I prefer life without Honk.