I pulled a load of poppies earlier today.
Every year, I say I am going to stop the poppies from dominating the landscape and plant some beans instead. Then I let one of my favourite flowers have its way. Until I decided I really did want French beans this year.
So, the mini hugelbed I built by the back door last winter is now graced with five French bean plants, which I hope the pigeons don’t eat. One of them stole its nerve to take a drink of water while I was hanging out some washing, so either it was dreadfully thirsty or I’m not seen as too much of a threat. (I have to admit I tried not to move or make eye contact from behind the tea towel on the line and the pigeon didn’t linger.)
As for poppies, not only are there others scattered all over the garden, on a walk to the post office I saw some happily growing out of the pavement.