A poppy pops...

Last night there was just the tiniest tantalising hint of red peeping out of this poppy's bud. Early this morning, the flower had forced its way out, leaving the bud perched precariously on top of the papery petals. I'm sure that the bud will have been pushed to the ground by the time I get home this evening. I love the drama of the way these flowers open, and I love the flame red colour of this one. The dusky pink example grows on the shadier side of the garden and has yet to open. Maybe tomorrow...