It would simply be a poppyflower that incorporated the number 57 somehow.
57 Poppyfield Lane is my childhood home. My mom love that house, our neighbors were so friendly, and the fact that It was in a cul de sac made it feel even more homey. Looking back my childhood seemed flawless.
I am so fortunate to have grown up in such a wonderful place. I hope I can provide the same for my children when I get older.
