Daisies and Poppies

Just driving around the country side, aimlessly, without a plan. Taking the smallest roads we can find, unpaved, can one really call it a "road"? It's more like a rutted track. Here an old farm, there a barn.
Meadows change place with barley fields. Here is a rabbit hopping through the tall grass. A discussion ensues whether it's a rabbit or a hare ? I have to simply Google "Hare" to find out. I tell Christin that "hares" have longer ears than "rabbits". But I have no idea if this is true...
And then... almost beyond belief... there is a whole field of poppies and next to it a field of daisies.
Heavy clouds overhead, the sun breaking through just for a moment here and there..
At the sight of the poppy-field I remember the poem: "In Flanders Fields the Poppies Blow".
Having read the circumstances of the creation of this short poem an undefinable sadness descends.
We stop the car and I start to photograph these two fields. A snow covered mountain in the background.
Everything is too beautiful for words.

Here are some of the photographs I took.

                     In the background : The still snow covered Petzen, our                                                      house mountain

A Bio-Farmer tells us that, for fourty years, he has only used natural fertilizer on these areas and has not interfered with Nature.

Every year these fields produce more and more beautiful plants and flowers.

I will come back when the sun shines.