I love me some poppies. They are so quirky and crinkly and ruffly and graceful all wrapped up in petal-y perfection. I planted this sweet baby- I'm not sure how many years ago...six, maybe seven years back? For the first few years I was rewarded with just a single big blossom. Then a couple of years ago I was upgraded to three. This year, I counted ten! Oh happy spring day!
Poppy buds make me laugh. Their shape and their fuzziness reminds me of something else- but my little blog is about pretty things, and not about what poppy buds make me think of...never-the-less, I'm just throwing that out there, because they do.
Can you believe the size of this baby? Magnificent! (Its poppy, Royal Wedding.)
I can't wait for other blossoms to unfurl.