Poppies in Bloom.

A few years ago, I would always find my neighbour Nora working on her garden at the side of her house. I know this because my kitchen bay window from the old house used to face her wee garden. Every morning like clockwork she was out there plucking out the odd weed - maintaining her small patch of earth that was hers alone.

I remember her Poppies the most. Those orange-red beauties that looked as if they leapt out of an old oil painting...so beautiful.

Years later, I found this pattern in a cross-stitch magazine, and decided that I must stitch it. Now, true to form, it's not yet complete....seems to be a common theme here....hmmm....but so far so good!