Orange poppies

The other day, my oldest son brought home a poppy he had made for me in school. Bright, bright orange tissue paper wrapped around a wooden stick, colored green. Held together with a pipe cleaner. Pretty cute. Mommy likes!

Do you remember a couple of posts back how I had forgotten what kind of poppy I had planted? Well, I've been waiting patiently, checking in on it several times a day.

This morning when I walked out the door with the kids to wait for the school bus, I saw it. The kids saw it too. My oldest who had made me the tissue poppy (of the same color, who would have thought?) ran up to it and said "mom, it looks just like tissue paper." And it did, the flower must just have opened up. There was creases and folds all over it after staying wrapped up in that tiny, hairy bud cover. Quite honestly, I'm a bit amazed that this big flower came out of a little pod like that.

The center of the poppy was astonishing. Bright, bright purple.

Then later the same day, a severe thunder storm pulled through our area with massive amounts of rain. I was so concerned for my baby. When the sun came out again, I went out to check on it, and it was fine. It had closed up a bit during the rain, to protect itself I assume.

But, who wouldn't?