Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sometimes, A Weed Isn't
My neighbor, the master gardener, left me some perennials the other day. The lilies joined . . . tada! a poppy. There's a story behind that poppy. I had planted a seed mix last fall. It was supposed to come up in the spring. Well, spring came, and we thought they were weeds, so Freddy the lawn man mowed them down. I proceeded to plant glads in a large part of the bed, but left one of the "weeds" up. Freddy mowed it down twice more before I got the fence up. Allowed to grow, it showed its true colors. It was a poppy!!!!
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I have an aunt called Poppy. Her real name is Doris but because her b'day is 11/11 (Remembrance Day when everyone wears a poppy) she's always been Poppy.
re: biting cat - I always found that wearing armour worked. A sharp rap on the nose works in the short term.
oh that is such a cool story!!
And there is a Shirley poppy, I believe!
If you don't mow it down this year, maybe you'll have lots more poppies next year.
do you think so, Cas? That would be so cool!
I've got it fenced now.
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