My old neighbor used to shake her head and wonder why I wanted to grow weeds. Poppies were the undesirables back in the farm fields of Italy.
But this year an extra jumbo plant arose in the hot west-facing tomato bed and grew like Jack’s beanstalk! I hadn’t planted it, at least not intentionally, but there it was, with the biggest buds ever, just waiting to burst.
A wedding intervened, and a 5th birthday for Grandson #1 and 3,000 kilometers of highway (more on that next time) before we could get home again to have a look…
First thing in the morning I scampered out with my camera to see how the garden had fared.
The roses were lovely
Extravagant tousle-headed beauties still blooming in profusion.
Now those are POPPIES! I love it!
On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate. Ps.145:5