knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

poppies

"And now my beauties, something with poison in it I think, with poison in it, but attractive to the eye and soothing to the smell . . . poppies, poppies, poppies will put them to sleep."

—The Wicked Witch of the West, The Wizard of Oz (movie, released 1939)

they are scattered among one of the garden beds in our new home, dancing among
the row of carrots and the few beets left for us by the previous owners.
i will pick them soon, placing them in tiny vases around the house,
allowing them to dry. come late winter, as soon as the ground can be worked,
i will break the pods open and sprinkle the tiny seeds
among the flower beds in our yard, and along the sides of the roads,
where Baker and I walk.
secretly hoping they are red. . .