The garden is growing lovely this year, despite numerous attempts to remove unwanted weeds. I might be the only gardener out there, who can admit defeat, when it becomes apparent that even weeds have a right to grow. I just wish they would do it somewhere other than my garden.

Right now, there is a brilliant burst of color among my flowers, from the pink blooms of tea size roses to orange gerber daisies resting on their stalwart stems. But nothing can compare to the delicate bloom of the poppy. It never ceases to amaze me, that even after a torrid downpour of summer rain, the poppy still stands to bear witness to the storm.