“But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white–then melts for ever” extract from Tam o’ Shanter by Robert Burns
One the first things I planted up in my little back yard were a packet of wild poppy seeds.
Through the course of this summer and into late autumn they have showered me with an exquisite display of flowers.
I love their slender stalks, almost string like upholding a delicate thin array of beautiful petals, that appear to be made out of paper. And yet, despite the relatively inclement northern wind and rain these wild poppies have lived on, utterly resilient.
Today is the start of the Autumn Equinox and in the UK the start of the seed collecting season. So, this year I’m going to harvest as many of the dry seeds from my wild poppy plants as possible and sow some of them to give this natural cycle a helping hand as well as share some seeds from one of my favourite plants with other gardeners.