See the little spots of red below the windmill my dad made years ago, those are poppies.
I took these pictures in our garden in May. They, like the other photos I had been uploading without reducing them, were huge. Thanks to everyone who commented on my questions about paying for photos. It gave me the energy to explore my options. I knew how to reduce in other photo programs and now have learned that on a Mac I needed to export them out of i-photo to work with sizing.
Here they are, the lovely poppies, up close, a few days before a gopher ate them. If I had my dad's device set up as he designed it....the pole of the windmill, which he called a clacker, is to set inside a metal pipe in the ground with room to wiggle so it clangs and clacks and disturbs the peace of the tunneling nibblers.... maybe the flowers might not have been on Mr. Gopher's menu. Ah well, when St. Paul was reminding the people of Corinth not to bother others about what they chose to eat he quoted Psalm 24 : "The earth is the Lord's and everything in it..."
I saw the actual gopher one day when he popped out and had a brief skirmish with Miss Phoebe the cat which skirmish both survived. Phoebe follows me in the garden, sometimes playing quite the overseer. Her quiet company is a great blessing to me...friendliness...showing up...coming alongside...checking in... and she often makes me smile and laugh.
This is the rose named for Julia Childs...who was very good with a spoon.