It’s not blue, but here’s a little poppy I found at the edge of a wheat field just outside Château-Thierry, France a couple weeks ago. I scared up what I think were a number of grouse just as I was about to take the picture.
I was headed eventually for Geneva and found the season there to be on-the-mark equal to ours here in Central Ohio this year. I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but the apparently popular Ohio-native Rose of Sharon were coming out in force in Western Switzerland, Queen Anne’s Lace, flowering peas and cornflowers etc. just starting and just as I’d left them at home.
The corn looked less vigorous/productive and assume that’s accounted for by the refusal to use genetically modified corn.
Back where the poppy picture was taken, the farmers were bringing in the hay in large rolls and the wheat was ready. Other than the preference for wheat over corn and soybeans and the combines being a different color, I’d have been hard pressed to differentiate that part of France from many parts of Ohio.
While in Geneva I did take a drive around to the other end of Lake Geneva to Montreux, but arrived too late to make a genuine effort at inquiring about the native poets the area is known for. I saw a few likely spots that may bloom in season, but I didn’t thinking digging up random spots along a periless winding road ascending from some 300 meters up to over 1050 within rather short space heading up to Caux.
Daffodil country? View of L. Geneva from Caux, above Montreux.
Regards,
Drew Mc Farland
Granville, Ohio