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June 3, 2010

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At 6:30 this morning, I knew that one of our poppies would shed its cap and bloom, possibly within the hour. It was 46°, and the sun was coming up over the trees on the hill behind us. I stared at it out the window for a while, and my husband and I finished our breakfast. At 6:50, I grabbed my camera, threw on my full-length camel coat — actually, over my sleep shirt and light robe — and stood vigil over the poppy. I kissed my husband goodbye 7:00, and a few minutes later, the first petal escaped its pod. Very slowly, the pod receded, and then, a large portion of poppy suddenly sprang into bloom, the pod barely hanging onto an edge. At 8:02, the pod fell to the ground and the poppy was whole.

The focus is somewhat wind-battered; I’m still using a slow point-and-shoot, waiting for an SLR to come out that weighs under 8 ounces….

One Comment
  1. Vic permalink
    June 3, 2010 10:33 am

    Hinneh! As in Genesis 1:31.

    Drama in the backyard, and a quiet symbol of triumph.

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