
fuzzy fat pods hang
drooping from scrawny stems, then
a pop-py bursts forth
a pop-py
by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley
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Author: Angie
I live with my husband and crazy kitty. Much of my time is spent writing, reading, and playing with the grands. You can usually find me sipping tea or coffee, nibbling on dark chocolate, and contemplating what to plant next in the garden. If not those pursuits, then I am probably trying to figure out how to cook and live in an RV, creating cards with rubber stamps, walking, hiking, or out snapping photos with my camera.
June 12, 2025 at 8:14 pm
Beautiful, Angie! I love poppies, they’re such happy little flowers. 🙂
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June 16, 2025 at 3:38 pm
They are happy! I love seeing them. But wow, can they spread like little wildfires of color!
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June 17, 2025 at 3:32 pm
They sure can. I only wish they lasted longer!
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June 19, 2025 at 2:44 pm
Yes!
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