When I walked through our garden, and I saw this poppy, it looked like he was talking to me. I'm curious what he would say; at that time, its sound was drowned out by the wind. I wish it had stormed earlier, as my mother could not stop, too hard and too much talking to me. So, this image is for the memory of all the sounds that I always had to knots in my ears, by listening perfectly at her. ;-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joe Jones Lyrics You talk too much You worry me to death You talk too much You even worry my pet. Etc. You can find the whole text here With a wink and a smile, Mies-Jacomina. P.S. Well, I like this funny Poppy, and I had a great chuckle at the sight of his inflorescence. I just love to imagine things in 'things' :D Maybe you can understand - hear this flower by zoom? :D