It’s tough to be a flower in her garden. For years we’ve had little rain, and yet the human walks past, muttering, oh right I meant to water you. Too bad I’m running late. Fortunately, Darwin was right and those of us who survive are remarkable specimens.

I am the only poppy of my kind:

I won’t get much time in the sun so I make the most of it:

I’m proud to be a native flower. Some of us thrive in the company of kindred spirits:

But even those of us who must solo reach tall, however grey the day:

Be bright and be bold, my friends!

(The WP Weekly Photo Challenge is Vivid.)