Walk among the poppy fields in Greece

Good morning, how I miss walking among fields of poppies and wild flowers, the smell of earth, sitting under a tree and thinking ... when I was little, we had a Capuchin priest, who came to visit us every morning after Mass at 7, and he had breakfast with us, his name was Father Manuel, he was very friendly with my mother, since they both loved roses, Father Manuel was from the Philippines, and he had brought Mom two species of rose bushes from there...every morning he made us play with the sleeves of the cassock and his hands made us see what a genie was hiding there, the genie's eyes were two balls of his Rosary and the genie always brought a red poppy flower if it was spring or pink depending on the time....when I see the fields like this they remind me of those moments with Father Manuel...the noise of our laughter sprouted in the air together with the flower petals....so I'll leave it to you, let's go to fly with them .... let's go there