Wednesday, 13 July 2011
For a few weeks I adore Opium Poppies, and the bees adore them too. Standing waist high - if you look into the centre at all those stamens filled will pollen you will find bees furiously collecting it and making a helluva racket. The flowers don't seem to last five minutes before the petals fall in a shower. Then you just have to marvel at the pearly, grey-green pepperpot seedheads resting on silvered stems.
But, alas, their beauty starts to fade, and you start to get a little fed up of them. They are easy to pull out, but I always leave one or two plants so they can spread their seed and start their spectacular display all over again next year.
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