I admire poppies. The way they wear color - boldly and with total confidence. I love their breezy, carefree femininity. The papery petals that surround the luscious, soft velvet center. Exotic and a tiny bit mysterious but ever so approachable. Eye-catching but unselfconscious; graceful as they sway on twirly, slender stems. And with age, a little gold (and softer) around the edges, they become ... even more tender and beautiful.
If I was a flower I would like to be a poppy - I'm not but I would like to be. I do admire them. I wonder what flower I would be......?