Programmed

A poppy blip, I'm afraid. I just can't help myself.

I've watched this one from the kitchen window growing taller and stronger daily, budding, then finally appearing yesterday, not fully open today. I thought I'd catch it today before the wind blows its petals off. What I like about flowers is their design. How is this one programmed to be black until red takes over? And why is this like this? And why pink and not yellow or blue? I suppose it's a bit like us having all our bits and pieces more or less in the same place.

Blimey. Too much thinking. Time for some weekend relaxation.