So I have this poppy I’ve managed not to kill for I think four years now. It looks like a bit of a disaster really, and it’s been defended as, “that’s not a weed! more than once to my dandelion pulling husband. It’s just about to hit it’s moment. I have nine buds that have been getting fatter and fatter for days and I keep sticking my head out the door to catch them pop – literally. I tried to take a picture of my rain battered garden to share with you today and frankly all the poppy buds looked a little um bulging….
While blowing bubbles in the light rain we also stop to smell the flowers
Averleigh requested purple flowers before I went annual shopping so I did my best to oblige with some salvia (above and below) and I think that one in the foreground above was called “blue violet”. I have this silly rule in my garden where I get rid of all the annual tags so I don’t mistake them for perennials. It’s a flawed system, but I’m committed.
Until my poppies burst I’m happy with my smattering of annuals and in particular this big dahlia (“cotton candy” maybe, or something like that)
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