《Semi lighthearted》
Live on a row of terraces, with a small area to the front of each property with a little wall round it. Some have gravel, some grass, some nothing blah blah.
One resident appears to have just chucked a shit load of wild flower seeds down in his and honestly, jt lools bloody gorgeous.
BUT. THE POPPIES?!?!?
Since his garden has really blossomed, poppies are springing up all up and down the street. But not in a nice "ooh look at their pretty garden with the poppies in". More a "this street hasnt waxed its bikini line" way. One big lovely crazy 80s bush of poppies is nice. But the stragglers growing out of cracks in walls, along the road edge, out of random pots on other peoples fronts.
Every day I come home and theres another frigging poppy on the street. They truly are the herpes of the plant world. Which is a shame as unlile herpes, they really are pretty.
I just wish they would stay put.