If I was to list all the flowers I would have in a summer garden, poppies would be near the top. They are so beautiful and delicate, but short lived as flowers. Woe betide anyone who tries to pick them. Instant petal release. They are best admired where they have grown.
Not that the petals are everything. The seed heads have a beauty in their own right, and stick around longer. I admire the way the holes appear, as they dry, ready to disperse the finest of seeds. Like perfect pepper pots. The heads change colour too. Useful for crafting with.
I also love the way they stand tall, in groups. Hanging out together. I want to give them names.
“Hey, I’m Pete, and over there are Pam and Phil. They’re an item. And over here is Percy. Wave at the lady, Percy. He’s my best mate, and Pat and Penny too, just behind him. No idea who the other three are. They just tagged along.”
It amuses me at least.
Poppies definitely get a place in my summer garden.