There is something so special about poppies. Perhaps it's down to their vibrant colours and delicacy of petals; their fragile appearance. In the UK we think of red poppies so often as commemorative flowers, reminiscent of World War I's Fields of Flanders and we acknowledge Remembrance Day by wearing red poppy badges and pins. Yet, when I see poppies, growing, or in photographs and paintings, I always think they are joyous plants, full of glorious colour and redolent of sunny summer days. Hard to imagine really that some kinds, Papaver somniferum, are the source of opium.
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| Bee coming into land on poppies (look at it's yellow 'shopping bags') |
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| Pink and white petalled poppy with white stigma, and white filaments ending in brown anthers |
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| Meconopsis (Himalayan Poppy) |
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| Pink and white petalled poppies with white stigma, and white filaments ending in brown anthers |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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| Meconopsis cambrica aka Welsh Poppy |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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| Papaver nudicaule Garden Gnome Iceland Poppy |
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