In between making spanish rice for supper, watering the plants out back, deciding what to wear to work tomorrow, and washing my face, I took some pictures of the poppies out front tonight. I love how they fade to this delicate shade of pink. And how when the leaves fall off the yellow part of the seed pod detaches and looks like a starfish on top. And how even when the petals have all fallen off, the pods themselves are decorative.
There is nothing I don't like about poppies. I am pretty sure I have written that sentence in a post at least once already this season. Indulge me. I remain drunk on poppy love.