The warm weather is popping another poppy on the front terrace. The yellow pansy in the foreground is keeping an eye on her neighbor. The poppy pod reminds me of what a kernel of corn looks like when it pops. Check back later to see the fully opened flower.
Rocky has been digging through the planter boxes looking for nuts and seeds, so I hope all the flowers we’ve planted survive. I’m trying to figure out a way to train him out of this particular behavior.
UPDATE | 4:00 PM — no significant progress on the poppy this afternoon. I expected that it would be open by now. Clearly I am not a very good judge of the poppy lifecycle.
Last year during Holy Week, I was keeping watch on an amaryllis bud about to open. This was a long awaited event, the first bloom from a baby bulb taken several years ago from a 70+ year-old amaryllis that had belonged to my grandmother. I sat the pot on the dining room table so I could glace at it frequently. One morning, during breakfast, I blew on it softly. Nothing. I had to leave the table for a few minutes and when I came back the flower was fully open. I’d missed it! Maybe flowers like to be born in private.
— Jill Knuth · Feb 16, 09:41 AM · #