tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14259322.post114533682806065896..comments2023-10-28T08:50:53.703-07:00Comments on A time for everything.: Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521088520231972617noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14259322.post-1145504782528958172006-04-19T20:46:00.000-07:002006-04-19T20:46:00.000-07:00I'm not sure what they were. They were not poppie...I'm not sure what they were. They were not poppies though. They were very very small.Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06521088520231972617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14259322.post-1145494967042099082006-04-19T18:02:00.000-07:002006-04-19T18:02:00.000-07:00were the orange flowers poppies? sounds so pretty....were the orange flowers poppies? sounds so pretty. <BR/>the red clover is starting to bloom along the roads here<BR/>Glad you had a good weekend.aolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12434882980698530258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14259322.post-1145376713191106392006-04-18T09:11:00.000-07:002006-04-18T09:11:00.000-07:00Oh how I miss California poppies -- they were such...Oh how I miss California poppies -- they were such a part of my childhood. Those and Indian Paintbrush -- a much darker red version than that of OK.Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07169282165749035808noreply@blogger.com