In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies.
Not California golden poppies, but red poppies.
Poppies are spontaneous.
Their colorful petals spread out like a picnic blanket over the wheat fields.
One can guess but never be certain 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, there is a saying that says:
The first time you see or do something of the season, you are to make a wish.
First poppy, first strawberry, first homegrown tomato…
Do you make your wish on the first star of the night?
Poppies in Provence, are one of the first splashes of spring color. Later will come the organized colors, 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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