Every year I fill the planter by our front door with impatience. The colours change depending on my colour scheme for that particular year, but the flowers are constant, always impatience.
This summer we discovered a volunteer, a poppy. We didn’t know what colour and thought perhaps it was from seeds we had purchased in Holland. I had admired the red poppies growing wild around Amsterdam and had brought back packages of seeds. It was indeed a present waiting to be opened. This morning we discovered this exquisite deeply ruffled beauty.
A gift of a single bloom so heavy it drooped gracefully charming us with its beauty. Oh that we could start every day this way.