
The crop was golden, ready for harvest, and I remember the rustling sounds of the stalks swaying in the Summer breeze. I can picture them now, so vivid is the impression of those deep red cornfield poppies, growing along the edges and scattered throughout the field.
The more I gazed at the page, the more I saw myself standing in that field, though now with palette at the ready to capture their vibrancy with a few strokes of my brush. The flowers in question, without hesitation, are my favourites. From the day they first mesmerised me, they captured my imagination, and I became hooked for life and have been growing them ever since.
Interestting read
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