Oh happy day

How did I miss the self-seeded poppies in the flower beds at the next neighbourhood’s shopping parade ? Most are no more than seeds pods now, but this beauty had enough petals left to make a blip.
And, much to my delight, another goldfinch was drinking at the birdbath today, and now I know what its song sounds like.
Best of all, Mr. Beewatcher’s procedure is over and done with, happily with an epidural instead of the general anaesthetic he was expecting.
So it’s a good day for good things.