My cheap scanner has, as usual, decided to make up its own mind about the colours, so just imagine that the background is blue and the leaves and stem are green rather than vaguely yellow.
Anyway.
Iceland poppies make me pretty nostalgic because they're one of the first things that I can remember planting with my mother. They generally become self-seeding and almost weedy around the yard, but they're so cheerful in early spring that I can't help but just let them be. Dad's yard needs a bit of a seed boost at the moment, I think, because after all these years from the initial planting there's only a few plants here and there that are still seeding themselves.
I wrote a poem about them a long time ago, which you can read here if you're into that sort of thing. I'm definitely ok with it if you're not into flower poems, though...
