Poppies are quite possibly my favorite flower. Sometimes I think it’s Peonies, but poppies are so much less fussy than peonies…

Newborn babies have always reminded me of poppies- the way they are all folded up, soft and tender, with creases and wrinkles from being inside, safe and protected, and how they gradually unfurl with time, revealing splendid, unimagined beauty.

Besides, my kids, in a perfectly innocent mispronounciation, call peonies “the penis flowers”.  Yes, poppies are my favorite…

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