• Mood: thirsty
• Music: Stop Making Sense - Talking Heads

Hubbo lubbub weeeed

I took a quick wander around the back of the office shed this afternoon, looking at the weeds and wondering if I should hit them with something horribly poisonous and not terribly environmentally friendly, when I spotted a flash of color waving amongst the dock.

A poppy! It stands about a metre tall, and has petals of a very pale purple colour with dark purple centres. I noticed the calixes of the unopened flowers were covered in a thick wirey hair, unlike the soft down I remember on my grandfather's poppies. One of the flowers had lost its petals leaving behind a fat, teardrop-shaped seed case with a- um- flat cap.

um.

sort of like an opium poppy's

um.

No. Exactly like an opium poppy.

oh dear. I wonder how that got there.

I'll have to ask the police about previous tenents.



James Squire Porter, James Squire Indian Pale, Victoria Bitter, Ventolin, Pulmicort, Tilade