I deadheaded the poppies a couple of days ago. It seems to have paid dividends because this morning there were fifteen poppies in a spot where we had never had more than six.
I thought of stopping to take a photograph, but bit was raining, I was in my shirt sleeves and the flowers were not very impressive, being weighed down by water droplets.
It sounds artistic now, and I’m starting to regret not taking the picture, but it was cold and wet this morning and enthusiasm was not running high as I left for work.
By the time I returned they had all dropped. They do that. It’s very annoying.
For those of you who aren’t conversant with deadheading it’s a way of manipulating nature with just a pair of scissors.
Plants flower, set seed and then close down as their job of perpetuating the species is over.
If you cut the dead flower heads off before they set seed they have to keep flowering to fulfill their biological imperative. Tricky, isn’t it?
It’s a bit like kids. Once you have a couple you can stop. And you still end up dried out and dead, just like a flower in Autumn.
I have to go now, I’ve just started on a meaningful poetic thought and it needs nurturing. It starts with raindrops and ends with scattered petals, and has haiku written all over it.
I’m getting a lot of use out of very few poppy pictures. I’ll take some more pictures later in the week.