One of my very favorite California Native plants is the poppy. I love the way they grow indiscriminately, in the dirt, in the mulch, in the cracks of a driveway. If you toss some seed out in the fall you can ignore it, let the winter rains do its thing, and come spring, the poppies burst forth.
poppy gold
poppy talk
poppies pop
sun
orange
pumpkins
carrots
pumpkin carrot orange
sea of pumpkin orange
sea of pumpkin orange
flowers leaves petals
circles wave
circles fly
flying saucers
zoom
glide
orbit
flying saucers orbit yards
flying saucers orbit yards
pop up everywhere
welcome spring
poppies welcome spring
flying saucers welcome spring
say hello
poppies say hello
poppies say hello
Poppies
sea of pumpkin orange
flying saucers orbit yards
poppies say hello
@copyright Susan Taylor Brown
April 6, 2009
OH, I love this one. Hello back, poppies!
Thanks, Jama! This one was fun.
Poppies…
Even the name makes me smile.
Yes, I do love my poppies. I especially love them when they go to seed and you can stand out in the garden and just listen to them pop open!
Susan! These long lists of free associations that turn into perfect haikus are just blowing me away. What a wonderful mind you’ve got…
Thank you, Liz. Coming from a poet whom I admire greatly, your words mean a tremendous amount to me. I am glad I decided to share them.
I love poppies too–I like that phrase “poppy gold.”
I like poppy gold too! And my native garden blog (not quite live yet) is called Poppiness! 🙂