Sigh. I love poppies.
None of the poppies I winter sowed survived. Not because they didn't germinate, but um, because I failed to take off the top of the container when it got unusually hot one day early in the spring and I cooked 'em good. Real good. Totally to a burnt crisp.
In other garden news, my tomatoes are thriving. They survived the frost and are loving their digs in my new lasagna garden. I can almost taste the warm tomato sandwiches and pots of tomato sauce.
I also tried my hand yesterday at an annual flower arrangement. It actually took me nearly an hour to put this arrangement together. Once I saw the ornamental kale which I've always wanted to work with but never had, the rest of the arrangement was put together to compliment it. I like it. And, that's what matters.