when i was a kid, i spent a good portion of my childhood living with my grandparents. my grandpa was an amazing gardener. he had a beautiful yard full of lush flowers, many native to the northwest. he also planted, cared for, and grew a gorgeous vegetable garden behind the methodist church he attended.
i loved spending time with him in both of these gardens.
one little trick my grandpa taught me as a kid was to take the dead poppy leaves, make a fist, hold the poppy over the top of my fist, then using my other hand to “POP!” the poppy.
this is one reason, i have always loved poppies.