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.
when you enter my home, i have a large oil painting of poppies –
and in another room, i have an arrangement of poppies–
but finally, after all these years, i have poppies in my flower gardens-
and this week, i taught my kids how to “POP!” poppies.
maybe grandpa would be proud.
3 responses to “popping poppies”
Poppies are so beautiful.Love the pictures.
Super cute memory of your Grandpa!
Your poppies now mean more to me… So cute!
I think Grandpa is definitely proud. What a sweet memory of him to share with your kids.