Two years ago I first noticed them: a bright spot on my morning’s commute to work, a sturdy bunch of orange-gold California poppies growing in a triangle of gravel at the entrance to the 110 freeway. I appreciated them so much that one day, while stopped at the stop sign with no one behind me, I delayed my journey by taking a couple of photos out the car window.
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