diminutive

the tiniest of poppies, not much bigger than a raspberry, blooming in my neglected garden. i glanced it, the speck of pink, on a window walk-by as i was on my way to something more important. a butterfly i thought, or a petal from geraniums. upon investigation, this surprise volunteer. i didn't plant it nor scatter seed in the spring. my only encounter with poppies was this partly successful attempt some years back. how can such tiny seeds survive for that long? and how can something so minute grow into something that complex?

the ride home

sunset, on the road home. all i had was my little camera and i was so sorry. it had stormed heavily and was just clearing as the sun set. the clouds over the river valley were magical.