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This is my second year to harvest the Cornish poppy seed pods that began life on my patio as seeds sent to me from England.
This year, while I enjoyed the all-too brief red blossoms of the poppy, I find myself drawn more to the seed pods.
After the last poppy petals fall, the plant begins to die back. The leaves lose their color and droop - the entire plant looks worn out. Spent.
And now the seed pods join me inside. Their precious cargo can be heard rattling inside the pods as they dry and turn from pale green to a very light, sandy brown.
Even in death there is life. The spiral of life - so powerful - so wise - so wonderful.
