I love poppies (I think I might have mentioned that once, possibly twice…). Their spiky leaves and stems, delicate petals, the seed pods with their funky little tops. These cheery little non-natives dance, nod, and peak out from the chaotic foliage of the rest of my naturally evolving garden.
(addendum: I realized in the original post I had repeated myself from a previous post, so I did a little re-write. No mental hiccups happening here… nope, definitely not, uhn-uhn…)
The chaotic swirl of the petals reminds me of my daughter’s hair when she un-burrows herself from her bedding in the morning.
The geometry of the milkweed fascinates me, and how alien the blossoms look.
Wow. I’ll just leave that there. Wow. :)
The pictures are magnificent. Certainly capture the attractiveness of the flower. A simple and elegant flower with many layers of complex both naturally and symbolically.
I’m weird. I love yarrow but it’s small and not showy. Your poppies are making my flowers have self esteem issues!
Yarrow is lovely. I especially like the red. I have some hiding in my garden. It is buried beneath hostas, Solomon seal, and my soon to be hibernating bleeding heart right now. Maybe it is due for a move. There is something to the small and unassuming like forget-me-nots, sweet William, violets. There is a volunteer flower that shows up in my garden infrequently. It is a tiny coral pink flower on an equally tiny plant. I have no idea what it is, but its exquisite.
Tiny hidden treasures, suck a joy to uncover.
‘suck a joy’, hee hee hee…