I love poppies. California poppies especially. Oh eschscholzia californica, I am yours! How did I ever think you were plain and a sorry choice for a state flower? I was young and taken by the luxuriance of english roses, larkspur, and peonies. Somehow, I woke up transfixed by your simple, vibrant orange blossoms and silver blue-green leaves and I cannot forget you!
Mr. Cartigan and I were married among matilija poppies. We gave a garden mix of poppy seeds as wedding favors.
A few years later we took M & R to the same spot.
We saw poppies on our honeymoon in Ireland.
And planted poppies at our tiny apartment just after we were married.
And now, I pause by our neighbors’ houses, so many of them festooned with the beautiful blooms.
Today we visited the Theodore Payne Foundation and it happened to be Poppy Day! Hooray!
My mom’s favorite flower is the lupine. Every spring, when my dad saw the first lupines blooming on the Southern California roadside, he would stop and gather a few and bring them home to my mom. I don’t think my dad knows that I love golden poppies so fiercely but this year he sent this picture announcing the arrival of spring.
Happy Spring! I am so grateful for these golden flowers that glow with the sunlight. To me, they are the pulse of the land; beautiful, alive, simple, faithful, and yet so delicate, so transparent, animated so dramatically by the rays of the sun.