I wait for them every spring. Sometimes there are hundreds. Other years there are dozens.
I dread the spring there are none. I hope I never see it.
Bill Troutman gave me these seeds decades ago.
His stand of them was right next to the street. The blooms were all doubles back then.
Over the years, single blooms started appearing. Now, there are mostly singles.
I have tried to save the seeds of the doubles over the years, but I do not know that it matters.
I feel responsible for saving his poppies. Plants are a responsibility, so is land.
Humans tend to see everything as a possession with a dollar value. There will always be money.
The artist is long gone. All that remains are his paintings and his poppies.
They are both valuable beyond measure to me.
FLOW
floweralley 
Beautiful legacy. I love poppies!
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I value each and every one of my poppy blooms, but yours are even more special. I have an indoor plant that was a gift was a special friend, and every time it blooms it is like a small visit.
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That is how I feel about each of my pass-along plants. I hug my fig tree every time I pass it. Many of my plants are treasured gifts from loved ones long-gone.
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Gorgeous flowers. And so beautifully photographed.
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I feel the same and Im so glad to see that so many others do, too!
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Beautiful poppies and made special through this connection to your friend. I’ve yet to be able to grow poppies, must keep trying!
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These pick where they want to grow. Try several different spots.
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OK, I’ll give that a try. Thanks.
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