Yesterday morning I had a chance to quickly peruse my garden before leaving for work and what do my wondering eyes behold? One of my poppies opened! I knew the weather was slated to go into the nineties so I held no hope for seeing this particular bloom again.It seems that in every garden I have ever cultivated, the poppies bloom just before a severe heat wave. I have learned to take in their beauty in quick gulps in the cool of the morning .... for they are a temporal joy.
Sure enough, this is what I found at the end of the day. Not only were all the petals on the ground, but the neck was burnt and mushy, the head swinging. Ahh... the indignities of being a Gardener.
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