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Flowers are wonderful things. I have a particular thing for poppies. When I was a kid, on the way to the bus stop there was a garden with yellow poppies. I could often be spotted trying to collect the tiny black seed for our garden but no matter how many of those funny pepperpot seed heads I shook, the seeds never did anything on our patch.
Now they populate our plot and the surrounding allotments ver readily, so much so that our neighbours consider them as weeds.
But not me. It’s one uninvited guest that’s very welcome.
I’ve also learned that though red is a poppy colour that us easy to find, there are many others too.
Here’s a small selection.
Their common Dutch name papaver which may be related to ‘pepper’ and Africa. I think the pepper matches that pepperpot the seeds hide in.
But I prefer klaproos which means folding rose. It fits the delicate petals that are too fragile to remain open against the Dutch winds.
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