In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies.
Poppies grow spontaneously. Their colorful petals spread out like a picnic blanket over the fields. One can guess but never be certain as to where poppies will appear.
This year I saw my first red poppy on February 27th. I like to take note of things like that. In Provence they say, that the first time you see or do something in the season of the new year, you are to make a wish. First poppy, first strawberry, first homegrown tomato…..
Do you make your wishes on the first star at night?
Poppies in Provence, are one of the first splashes of spring color. Later will come purple lavender, and yellow sunflowers.
If you are lucky, you might see all three against the Provencal blue sky.
That is when you know you are in OZ.
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