Last year I bought a couple of annual poppies to plant in the front garden..somewhere. I never did get around to it, and I left them in a holding spot near the greenhouse door, where they flowered and went to seed.
As a result, this year I get to admire their one and only progeny, which is thriving in the gravel, amongst the pots where I am once again gathering things I plan to plant out...somewhere.
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I don't remember its name -- I think I'll just call it 'Long Tall Drink of Water' |
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