Poppies with Some Metaphors

On Saturday, I went on a private-garden tour sponsored by The Garden Conservancy in Provincetown. At the first, I was struck by the pink poppies which resembled ballet dancers in layers of papery silk. Or saucers and cups meant for woodland, or maybe meadow,  fairies. They ruffled in the wind, like peacocks wafting tail feathers….

Iris Iris

I travel quite a distant to go to my bank branch.  I could go to the one in town, but then I would not get to see this: The bank is built on the site of a farmstead, and hosts these irises every season. The view from my local post office parking lot is also…