Our night skies have some glorious colours. They shine, glow, then fade to inky darkness. The poppy plant has delusions of grandeur, in its mistaken season, it should be flowering in summer. Bright red petals, I’m not sure if it will grow to show them, before cold weather and more frosts force it into hibernation.
The red border would be the petal colour, if it manages to live that long.
Quotation of the day, from Haruki Murakami,
“ The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time,
into deeper and deeper shades of night”
Greetings from Jean