Wandering through Cadrieu with Gaston, it pays to look up here as much as it does when wandering through Cahors or other cities and villages. This patch of poppies could be found off our beaten path and on high! They seemed to be arranged just perfectly-a natural bouquet!
Poppies will always make me think of Mom. She loved them so much that I would press them in plastic here and send them to her in Ferguson.
Returning to 411 to visit, I discovered that every poppy I'd sent had been taped to the kitchen window above the sink.
Even after they'd faded, Mom kept them up. I don't think they came off the windows until we started to figure out where we were and what was going to happen with the house.
Poppies make me happy too.
Happy Tuesday!
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