Last night as I was snapping the foxgloves outside the garden, a keen wind blew up. Inside the garden the oriental poppies were in complete disarray – a veritable strip-tease was going on. Of course it often happens – just when the poppies are looking their best, we have gale or deluge, and the garden party ends up a complete wash-out: everyone with draggled skirts, hair-dos shot and mascara smudged.
But the good news is – when I got up this morning…
…there were new girls on the block, including one in lipstick pink. How could I have forgotten that she would be coming along? Although how she got herself in with the salmon pink crowd I do not know.
While I’m here, I’ll pass on an oriental poppy gardening tip for those of you that grow them, and may not know: if, when the poppies have finally finished flowering, you cut the plants right down to the ground, you will be treated to a late summer flush.
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Tish Farrell 
Good for your pics , let’s say the truth…, particularly because the poppies recovered so well !
Marvelous , Tish!
Cheers, Anna 🙂
They are exquisite. I adore poppies.
The have such verve, don’t they 🙂
Tish you have some real nice poppies.
Thanks so much, Cee 🙂
I think we’re on the same page this week Tish. Yesterday I was posting the windswept look on Instagram. I don’t use it much but sometimes if I haven’t my camera and an irresistible sight appears… xx
That has a nicely companionable sound, Jo – being on the same page. I have yet to get to grips with Instagram…
I don’t know that I’ve actually got to grips, Tish, but the world loves a trier. 🙂 And my husband says there’s noone more trying than me. He’d know! 🙂
Trying? Surely not. Though I think there might be a similar reaction in our house 🙂
Marvellous, Tish!
Thanks, Sue. I thought of you when I was snapping the falling petals 🙂
Oh!
Thinking of decaying captures…
Time I did some more …..
Flower of the day indeed, and you anthropomorphise (what’s the female version of this?) them beautifully. That single one with just one petal missing is a particularly superb photo, as is the one with folded petals and copper-sulphate blue onlookers. I share with poppies: the day after my hair looks perfect, it needs a trim. Invariably.
Thanks as ever, Meg, for your appreciative comments. I have similar hair problems too. And my fancy frock moments don’t last either, though fortunately they have never blown off 🙂
I’m crazy about poppies, but for whatever reason, I’ve had no luck with them leaving me to admire other people’s.
That’s sad they won’t grow. They can be impossible to germinate. Sometimes I wonder if you don’t just have to wait for them to arrive of their own accord 🙂
I’ve never grown poppies, but they used to grow wild in the Galilee. They were all scarlet and it was almost a carpet.
That must have been a very fine sight. Thank you for the mental snapshot 🙂
Love the analogy. And the photos! 🙂
Alison
Thank you, Alison 🙂
Love those crinkly salmon frocks even in their dishevelled state 🙂
They have a certain something don’t they. I imagine them in silk. Mmm.
Your title made me giggle! I love poppies but fear it is too windy up here to do them justice. I shall admire yours though from the stillness of my chair 🙂
Wind is definitely not good. And yesterday the rain dashed them to bits. But new buds are opening…
splendid “poème en prose”, Miss Tish… ❤
Merci, Melanie 🙂