Poppies

We drive in the heat on empty Italian roads through Apulia and Basilicata. We stop at one of the many abandoned farmhouses. It still has a wonderful olive grove, with artichokes around it and walls built of blocks of stone and rubble from the crumbling farm buildings.

Life is reclaiming it:

There’s a cool breeze and the poppies sway under the olive trees:

Their colour is such a contrast:

Just like the breeze and the cooler air.