04 June 2010
The allotment is absolutely blooming. Just last week, the weedy looking plants, grown in my backyard without a greenhouse and subjected to the chilly spring weather, were looking as if they were unlikely to survive let alone thrive. Now, in the course of a matter of days, warm days interspersed with some rain, there has been a huge growth spurt. These lovely, delicate opium poppies must have turned up in the compost. I'm often brutal but like to leave a few poppies, not too many because they become impossible to manage. I'm glad I eased off with these.
I noticed more poppies in the "wild" meadows in Mile End Park as I was cycling along the canal this morning. There are all sorts in here - daisies, buttercups, pink campion, the odd cornflower, and red poppies standing out loudly among the rest of the flowers.
The sowing of meadow plants have been a great success in the park, no doubt because they prefer a poor, starved ground, growing as they are on areas that were once old houses and scrapyards. With a strong imagination, you might even be able to pretend you are in a new poppyland,
Whatever. All I know is that something - possibly some hay fever medication - has been acting like a narcotic on me. One nap is indulgent, two positively decadent. And now, just thinking about those poppies again, I can hardly keep my eyes open.