In the early 1990s I lived in a Baltimore row house that dated from 1917. Our immediate next door neighbor was a little old lady whose parents were the original owners of her home. She had in her back yard a poppy plant - just one - that had been there since shortly after her home was built. It produced blooms 4 inches across every year we lived there.
When that darling LOL moved to a nursing home, one of her granddaughters moved in, and before we could stop her she'd uprooted and disposed of the poppy, replacing it with - her words - a "really nice cactus" from Home Depot. She also removed the ancient iris that lived out front - which smelled like chocolate cake - in favor of some "really nice petunias" that she thought were perennials.
I was able to keep my wife from murdering her, but only just barely.
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7 comments:
Poppies... Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleeeeep. Now they'll sleeeeep
Even in the 1930s people were commonly aware of the dangers of opioids
Sadly, no dope potential in oriental poppies...
I'm getting sleepy... sleepy ...Dorothy?
Damn your eyes, Nonapod. Damn them, I say!
What a world.
In the early 1990s I lived in a Baltimore row house that dated from 1917. Our immediate next door neighbor was a little old lady whose parents were the original owners of her home. She had in her back yard a poppy plant - just one - that had been there since shortly after her home was built. It produced blooms 4 inches across every year we lived there.
When that darling LOL moved to a nursing home, one of her granddaughters moved in, and before we could stop her she'd uprooted and disposed of the poppy, replacing it with - her words - a "really nice cactus" from Home Depot. She also removed the ancient iris that lived out front - which smelled like chocolate cake - in favor of some "really nice petunias" that she thought were perennials.
I was able to keep my wife from murdering her, but only just barely.
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