I've been a photograph-snapping fool these days, because I am crazy about wild flowers. I am probably just crazy, but that's another blog post. In the meantime, enjoy!
Whenever I see a red poppy, I automatically think of The Wicked Witch of the West, with her mortar and pestle, casting a spell to ensnare Dorothy. Is that weird? It sure is!
This was in a random cow pasture, and I had to stand in waist high grass and hold the camera over the fence to snap this photo. This pink poppy had a cross in the center of it, after all that. Cool surprise!
I am not sure what these are. Part of me wants to say 'daisy', but then there might be some sort of fancypants scientific description, such as 'Fortenberry-SmytheYellow'. You never know with flowers.
This was one of the writing prompts from Mamakat's Writers Workshop. Check her out if you get a chance!