Ive been taken with all the rapeseed, barley and corn fields lately so I offered to take pictures of Traci and Kiesha as payment for free board and lodgings - hoping there would be a lovely field to take snaps near their home.
But Traci had a better idea.
She took me to a poppy peppered field roughly two minutes drive away (also a place to endure severe hay fever and black mite overload!).
I could not believe my eyes.
The field was literally crimson and my camera almost jumped out of my hands to take its own pictures.
Instead of heading home this evening, I decided to stay an extra night. I figured Traci needed to take some time out because she works like buggery and never stops thinking/doing stuff/being excited (pick one!). She is constantly beavering away to make her business a success and is persistently thinking of exciting ideas to keep the credit crunching world of crafters more eager to feel inspired. I set aside some time to give both Traci and Kiesha a facial massage (I was trained to do this a loooooong time ago whilst working for Virgin Vie.) and it was a gift I could provide that not only costs a couple of squirts of cleanser and moisturiser but also a feeling humble happiness. Couple that with some summery poppy infused photos they gots a day full of wonderful memories.
And my hands feel especially moisturised too :)
Im not kidding - the field was really this red!
And there was a major scattering of these handsome fellas, too!
Traci and Kiesha are such a close set of buddies.
I love natural giggling - even if the subject looks away to mum for re-assurance!Traci snapping in all that redness....... I love this shot!
Traci likes to colour her hair in some pretty WILD shades. She is currently purple but has been notably fuschia in the past!
We fashioned a crown of poppies for artistic (or perhaps photography) effect. Kiesha was flagging at this point and that little crown was starting to itch. So to gain extra snapping time we discussed Frankie - her current love. Can you see how fantastic that smile is? That is purely down to Frankie! Swit swoo.
And then Kiesha, in her infinite "daughter-of-a-scrapbooker" wisdom offered to shake those darn poppies out of her hair. I mean, who is going to say no?
Im kind of glad I didn't go home now and besides, after the mammoth Sunday roast that Traci served up, i think my car would have collapsed.