Poppies, what amazing flowers, I love the paper like quality of their petals and when these have fluttered and fell away we are left with the seed heads. They in turn, dry out and change colour and if you pick one they make a musical rattle full of black little seeds.
I passed a field which was edged with poppies this morning, but unfortunately didn’t have my camera, as when dog walking it is difficult to hold leads and focus a camera. So have given up multitasking on these occasions. But I dug out this photo from last year and it reminded me of the significance of the poppies. (Remembrance Day Poppies) I looked at the linked site and found it inspiring and fascinating that a flower can symbolize so much!