Usually I find it by the road or by the lagoon, but this year the tiniest first poppy appeared today in the parking lot next to the train station.
I had to look closely to make sure it’s not origami, something the kids had made in art class. But no, it’s brand new, only one, and as we have learned in the past – only the first one counts.
All the next ones will be just like it.
To accompany it, a Slovenian song in the western dialect about our miraculous world by the band led by the man who is actually a cheese-maker. I can’t stop listening and the visuals from western Slovenia are stunning. Yep, the boy seems to have moss on his head. He and the singer have the same surname – no coincidence, I’m sure.