A friend heard about some poppy fields south of town, so one afternoon she, another friend, and I set out to find them. Although we searched south, then north, then south again and even asked a local, elderly gentleman where we might find these elusive poppy fields, we did not. As it turned out, we weren’t directionally challenged; the fields hadn’t been planted this year.
During our search, we had seen a smattering of red poppies along the road and thought that might be as good as it was going to get. But on the way back home we spotted a sparse cluster of poppies in a rapeseed field. Not an entire field, but certainly more than a few stragglers clinging to the side of the road.
We were happy we found the poppy cluster, but still hoped to find a poppy field. Our hopes were realized when we visited Cotswold Lavender in Snowshill. Beside the cafe/gift shop’s parking lot was a field of wildflowers and poppies.
Up close or in a group, the poppies were a sight to see, which was great, but what was even better was going on the quest with friends. In the end, it wasn’t so much about the destination as it was about the journey.