A Happy Little Morning

The poppies have popped in my neighbor's yard this morning.

That's right! They just sort of pop out in fireworks of color.

How can we not smile?

They simply burst forth; there's no middle ground, no in-between state for a poppy. Poppies live vibrantly, dramatically, largely, colorfully, unapologetically, and beautifully.

They bring us a happy walk to school.

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I want to live more like a poppy, don't you?