The Poppies

Living here in the UK, I've been most impressed by one thing. The FLOWERS! This place seems to spontaneously blossom. My garden is included in this phenomenon. I have never tended a garden less and seen more production. This morning I awoke to these blooming beauties. I only became aware about a week ago that they were poppies. (I've been hesitant to uproot anything here because I am having the hardest time telling what is a flower and what is a weed. Even the weeds have pretty blossoms here. Except the stinging nettle. I now know what THAT looks like from a painful experience in the garden about a month ago...and I've been attacking it with vigor each time I see it). I have been waiting to see them unfold. They were waving their cheerful pink heads in the breeze this morning, beckoning me to come and examine them closer. My son and I carefully tiptoed out into the dewey grass to smell them and photograph their fuzzy stems. You know, I don't think I've ever seen a poppy up close before...if at all. But, they may become one of my favorite flowers forever after!