"I have hundreds of them--they spread everywhere," she boasted.
I don't know how that is even possible. Every year I start from scratch. Come spring, I see whole acerages covered with them, but not here. All I want is a small bunch--just one--I'd be happy.
The bold, brassy poppy. Red crowns, licorice-coloured faces dancing joyously in the sun, bleeding passion into the air. My place needs that energy. I long to have them grace my gardens, but no, it seems it's not to be.
Sadly, I move on, making do with roses.
The wild profussion of spring in Maine takes my breath away.
5 comments:
beautiful flowers!
I love your roses. They are so beautiful.
Great pictures Rosemary :-)
Never tried to grow a poppy, but now you've got me thinking...
Are those lupines in the lower picture? Only seen them in books. I really need to get out more. :)
Just plain old beautiful. Both the subjects and the photos. Poppies grow everywhere where I live.
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