My poppies have bloomed. They were out in time for Remembrance Day which was nice. They have had so many flowers and each one has been a glory in red and black, silky and spectacular in isolation and astonishing and beautiful on mass.
I hope they produce a good crop of viable seed because I intend to scatter them around the entire front yard next year. They have provided me with a bright cheery aspect from the pots outside my kitchen window this season, making the task of making a cup of tea into a visit to a world class gallery. Going out to tend to the needs of the garden has seldom been more inviting and peeking through the delicate lacy leaves of the poppies are my first little green strawberries almost ready to put on a pink blush of their own.
All too soon this warm weather with its cool evenings will be replaced by the burning slog of summer when just keeping the garden alive is a constant struggle but the spring, despite the pollen and the itchy noses, is truly something to enjoy and appreciate.