A short-lived, most fascinating flower. My grandmother’s favorite. I recently had the pleasure of watching them pop in my mother’s garden, and couldn’t help but photograph them at every possible angle. I just could not help it. I love flowers with all my little heart.

Investigating a bit, I learned that poppies are often used as a symbol for sleep, peace and death. Combine all that and you get eternal sleep in peace. And then of course, there’s opium, but that’s from a different species, not my momma’s poppies.

Pop.