There's one special advantage of having a garden which faces the morning sun; as you open the back door on a clear and sunny winter's morning, such as today's was, you are greeted by glowing colour as the sunshine radiates through the open flowers.
I love poppies for so many reasons. The crepe paper texture of the flowers is one. The colours another, so too the hairy heads of the unopened buds. And the collapsed chaos as the floppy ones keep on flowering while too delirious to stand up just adds to the sense that there's a party going on here.
Every year I grow Iceland poppies for Pammy, but I love them just as much as she does, and they're definitely at their best when they do the morning show, as pictured here.