Storm Poppies

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Last Saturday I somehow lost track of five whole hours. There is so much to do up at the allotment – weeding, picking peas, strawberries and raspberries, digging up the new potatoes, tying up the tomatoes in the polytunnel, watering, feeding, turning the compost heap, sowing more peas, constructing pigeon defence systems, wandering about neighbours’ plots, taking a few snaps.

But one of the nice things about having the polytunnel is that when a storm strikes, I can potter around in there until the downpour  passes.  As you can see from the sky, we were in for a deluge, and I caught these poppies just as it was arriving. There was something malignant, I thought, about their stance. Something a little predatory about those seed capsules. Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time in the garden.

copyright 2015 Tish Farrell

44 thoughts on “Storm Poppies

  1. A great title, and a superb photo of the low down up kind! “Serried ranks” is a phrase that comes to mind, as does “Day of the triffids”. And yet such beauty of colour and form too.

  2. Love the photo! I didn’t see the poppies as sinister on first impression – but rather bursting with life energy. Their strength and vibrancy is much enhanced by the lowering sky and by your viewpoint at ground level. Beautiful!

    1. Oh I like that idea – giant space trees. It’s amazing what happens when you lie down in the allotment – all sorts of things can happen 🙂

  3. I thought poly-tunnels were just for the wee folk but now I see they come in human height – the dark heart of the poppies conjured this storm by the look of things

    1. My polytunnel is 14 feet long, and 8 feet tall – and it’s great, but already I have created tomato chaos inside it. You know, I think you’re right, those poppies did conjure up the storm 🙂

  4. Nice photograph. The poppies in our garden are beginning to ”sprout”. No flowers yet, but give it a coupe of weeks. I shall post.
    😉

    1. I think they do look like heroin poppies now you mention it, Footsy; a reminder of their sinister side, or at least the sinister use to which humans put them.

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