There are few things I love more than a meadow full of wildflowers. The poppies are out at the Lancaster preserve, but not yet at the foot of our mountains where Jeanne, Mary and I went yesterday. We saw mainly fiddlenecks, lupine, and many tiny flowers.
And gorgeous green hills against bluish mountains in the distance.
In another week or so the poppies should be in full bloom.
And who's going down the mountain on April 5th? I have a doctor's appointment in Bakersfield and will look for poppies on my way. I will definitely stop and take some pictures to share with you.
