Every year I throw as many poppy seeds at the garden as I can. Some years they don’t sprout, and some years they wait until next year. And some year they only take in some areas.

Last year they all waited, en masse, until this year to show themselves. Unfortuntely they all sprouted at the same time and crowded almost everything else. But only in an area of about three foot wide.

Now they’re finished and gone over, and the fat green seed pods are left, with their spoke like patterns on the top of the seed head. Looking straight down to the top of one shoows the star like spoke pattern of brown lines, on pale green.