Happiness as Anarchy #41: The Promise of Poppies

To the untrained eye my front yard looks like a mess of weeds, but look a little closer and you will see the poppies coming up in their hundreds. They won’t bloom until spring, but I’ll be watching their progress as they grow up and turn into a big patch of colour swaying in the breeze. I might even attempt to pull out some of the grass growing between them at some stage.

The straight grass-like bits in the photo are indeed grass, but the slightly furry lobed leaves are baby poppy plants braving the winter chill. They will bloom in a wide range of colours, from orange to pink to red, and a few opium poppies are sure to be lurking in there.

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By Amie Brûlée

Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.

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