I've always loved the California poppy. Harmoniously and economically beautiful. Never garish, oversized, brutish, or strutting like its cousins. In abundance a couple weeks ago, just starting to wane now.
Today at breakfast, I researched how dangerous it is to be a police officer (in terms of homicide, it turns out, is less than the norm) and how a sprung floor is made (used in gymnastics, boxing, and dance floors).