I was going to do one of those wordless Wednesday posts, but then I realised that wordless isn’t really my style, and I have stuff I want to say about these poppies.
The top photograph was taken last week, probably this time last week, and the one above is how they look now, a week later. I love the way that the petals open out, almost flat, rather like those funny little paper parasols used in cocktails. Over the week the colours don’t seem to change, they simply intensify according to the light.
The furry little coats* (the correct botanical word eludes me just now, which is pretty shaming as I have just come in from the final day of my course and the exam is less than a week away) that protect the petals are particularly charming and the girls, of course, have pressed them into service as fairy boats, beds, mixing bowls and so on according to the size of the fairies in question (apparently fairies, like flowers, are many and varied – I am particularly intrigued by the Tinker fairy, which they talk about a lot).
I picked this little group this afternoon and decided to use some old Orangina bottles as stem vases – I’d stashed them away for just this sort of thing. As you can see the light isn’t very good, even though we have glorious sunshine and electric blue skies. But that’s because of the arrival of this …
The scaffolding has gone up, and a decision on the colour for the back of the house has been made. But I’m going to save that for another post. Guesses on what colour we chose would be a welcome diversion from my studies though.
The poppies, however, are Iceland poppies, Papaver nudicaule ’Party Fun’
* They’re sepals, of course.