May brings one of my favourite flowers — the oriental poppy with the delicate tissue-paper petals!
As I watch her dancing in the spring breezes, I can’t help but marvel at her stealthy escape from the soft, hairy dressing gown. I have yet to see her removing her robe, and only discover it later, lying at her feet.
No, this young lady is no strip-tease artist. Like a ballerina, she simply appears on stage to dazzle me with her moves and her beauty.
How does she manage to do it? Maybe one day I’ll find out. Maybe one day I’ll get up at dawn, set up my timed-exposure mode and catch her in the act.
One day. Maybe.