This is my first year growing poppies and I am utterly charmed by how fragile they appear, yet how hardy they actually are. Every night I sit out on the front stoop for a bit, taking in the air and clearing my head before turning in for the night. There have been nights when the grass was crispy and a cautious poke at the poppy petals revealed them to be frozen solid; as delicate (I would imagine) as a glass potato chip. However, the morning dawns and they raise their cheery little heads and sing once more.
Thank you, God, for poppies. I hope to grow up to be one.
3 comments:
A real success! I don't think my poppies live past mid July. They're one of my favourite flowers, particularly the red ones. I have some embroidered ones.
Gillian
Hmmm, a sign perhaps? Poppies, just for you :)
Mine only lasted until late august. But they will be back again next year, along with the new ones I planted this year :)
I love, love poppies. I always make sure they dominate any garden I've ever had. I'm thinking we're not going to get real winter this year. Okay?
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