My commute home from work had me glancing down every five minutes or so to see the poppies I bought from the florist, nestled into tissue paper. They had already traveled so far, and I was hoping their slender stems survived another 20 minutes on the crowded 6 train. And now, I get to enjoy them over my cup of coffee this morning...
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This past week I saw them as they were delivered, a big wild bunch that the florist set about untangling. Some already had their delicate stems broken- I never realized that there would already be a percentage destined for the trash. One of the stems did get broken on the way home - and by the end of the night the sap had drained out and the flower looked deflated.
It was about this time last year that I stumbled upon these poppies at the same flower shop and learned about the special care they needed. The stems need to be cauterized with a flame so the sap does not flow out, and the pod skins sometimes need to be gently peeled back to help them open up (thanks for reminding me, Kerry!).
I remember being just as excited then to bring them home and let my eyes take in their color.
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