Orange bag, Bogey Lane and another poppy.

1. Waiting for us as promised is an orange bag of homegrown rhubarb.

2. We do not go down Bogey Lane. It's not because we're scared. It's because it would shorten our walk unduly.

3. ...and suddenly the bowed green bud is a red poppy.

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