RED POPPIES
As I was going through photo albums recently given to me after the death of my grandfather, I came across this picture of him in the garden surrounded by his red poppies. I have ALWAYS loved red poppies but somehow had forgotten my grandfather used to have them everywhere in his huge garden until I saw this picture. As a child, I sometimes worked in the garden weeding and harvesting. During this time I must have developed this obsession with this beautiful delicate red flower, as I worked along the side of “Poppy”, a childhood name I had for my grandfather. I wonder if the name I gave him as a child has to do anything with the flower?
Tradition carries on as I again have planted my red poppy seeds to grow tick and wild and in an abundance … but, now I know WHY I have always loved these beautiful flowers. Even now my love of them has passed down to my daughter on her new homestead.