Today’s sketch of the day in my moleskine art journal are red poppy flowers I saw in a meadow in Turkey. The flowers were in full bloom and so beautiful. The meadow was alive with colours of red.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes back in another form, Quote by Rumi
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June 17, 2015 at 15:41
Good music is ageless 😄
June 17, 2015 at 04:42
It is ageless. Music is afunny thing. It can be shared by people of different henerations. Ge. Nerations. 👍
June 16, 2015 at 19:24
I know the Simon and garfunkel version!
June 16, 2015 at 15:52
That is a very old song. 15th or 16th century ibelieve. (Have to check) and Simon and Garfunkel’ version is way before your time. 😊
June 16, 2015 at 01:34
Was a bit slow 😂🌷
June 15, 2015 at 23:26
“…She once was a true love of mine”😄👍🏽👌🏽
June 15, 2015 at 23:03
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 🙌
June 15, 2015 at 17:45
So you have to go to Scarborough fair. ..
June 14, 2015 at 15:30
Super nice. My favourite is basil but it’s really delicate and precious to grow. They never make it.
June 14, 2015 at 04:38
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme…
June 13, 2015 at 11:50
Yes nasty things. Uff
June 13, 2015 at 11:35
Oh how nice to be in Paris. Rosemary in the garden too. Lovely x
June 13, 2015 at 04:38
Probably called “aoutats” in french ’cause they come out in august. Leave ugly bites. 😩🔨
June 13, 2015 at 04:37
J’ai descendu dans mon jardin
Pour y cueillir du romarin.
In three weeks i will be in the little house i rent in Paris. There is a jardin. And some romarin too. (No idea what it’s called im english) and i pick up the romarin, fresh, to cook. Hmmm.
June 12, 2015 at 22:48
I did! Charming song thank you for that x
June 12, 2015 at 22:48
Some meadow mites, not pretty!
June 11, 2015 at 16:27
It is. An old one. And lovely. Look it up.
June 11, 2015 at 16:26
Chiggers? What on earth is that? 😳
June 10, 2015 at 18:32
There are no pesticides in Turkish meadows. We all got bit my chiggers!!
June 10, 2015 at 18:30
Is that a song?
June 8, 2015 at 23:12
The wheat fields of my childhood were full of “coquelicots”. Now, with so much herbicides and pesticides and fertilizers, it has become rare to see “coquelicots” in the country side. Shame. Do check the song it is a very old one. And lovely.
Enjoy all your remaining minutes, seconds of London!
Be good
Brian
June 8, 2015 at 23:09
Gentil coquelicot mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot nouveau…
(J’ai descendu dans mon jardin…)
June 3, 2015 at 20:42
You are right it is often linked with war memorials
June 3, 2015 at 19:24
Hi TheCrazyBagLady. Red poppy’s a nice colour so often linked with war! Thank you for liking my poem Hit Man! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
June 3, 2015 at 11:35
I just love the intense colour and the simple petals. Have a great week my friend x
June 3, 2015 at 11:33
Thank you my friend x
June 3, 2015 at 11:32
After going to Konya, the spiritual town of Rumi, he now holds a dearer place in my life x
June 3, 2015 at 11:26
beautiful. Thank you x
June 3, 2015 at 11:26
o Gigi you are going to make me cry. Big hugs x
June 3, 2015 at 11:24
they are so simple yet beautiful. x
June 2, 2015 at 14:29
I love poppies, especially California poppies ❤ Happy day, Tiffany!
June 2, 2015 at 10:26
A beautiful combination.. xxx
June 2, 2015 at 03:40
I admire Rumi and poppies both. Thank you.
June 1, 2015 at 22:03
So nice to have Rumi besides such beauty! Love and red things that quicken the fires of what we are: eyes springing outward into that abyss where lover’s discover their love.
June 1, 2015 at 21:24
The poppies are beautiful and it’s hard to think about those I love being around in a different form that I can’t touch, hug, kiss, hear, laugh with, play with, dance with, have fun with and sit next to. Nothing else matters, not really.
June 1, 2015 at 12:55
A favorite flower.