Things have been difficult and I feel a little bit absent from this space because of it, I’ve written several posts none of which have quite reached the point of publish. This week has been particularly ‘tricky’. Tuesday started badly, but ended better with an invitation to a field of poppies. Being waist height in poppies brought some balance back. Vibrant and inspiring. The glorious red. A hidden white poppy waiting to be discovered. Daisies and yellow oil seed dancing amongst tall poppies, being themselves and complimenting the whole. Just when the journey seems a little bleak, there is a field of poppies at the side of the road.