The first time I recall seeing a Matilija poppy was on an excursion up the California coast to Summerland in 2014. Walking along a lane behind our rental cottage, there they were. In all their glory.
This year we hit the peak of their season again. Or so I think.
Big lush patches of them.
With those flouncy white skirts and bright yellow centers.
Walking among them, I feel like a character in a fairy tale.
They were spotted in LA as well as up the coast, in the Santa Barbara area.
Seeing things that don't grow in Kansas (that I know of) deepens my love and appreciation of gardening.
Just as eating an exotic meal makes you appreciate more, all manner of cuisine.
What terrific shots Carol, Wow!
Posted by: jacki long | 06/26/2019 at 11:47 PM
I’ve also heard them called fried egg flowers (for obvious reasons), but I like your description so much more.
Posted by: Maureen | 06/28/2019 at 01:38 PM
Thanks Maureen. I love a fried egg, but maybe less in a flower than on top of avocado toast.
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Posted by: Carol | 07/01/2019 at 10:17 AM