Friday, June 5, 2009
It's all in the name
(from my co-worker's garden)
It's officially "Poppy season" in our neighborhood and I thought this would be a perfect time to give an explanation to our daughter's name. Whenever someone meets Poppy for the first time, the normal reaction is: "What did you say her name is? Poppy? Huh, where did you get that from?" Sooooo...
When we first moved into our house, I started taking early morning walks with Lola all around our neighborhood. When spring rolled around I was all into checking out everyone's gardens and learning about new flowers. One morning I came across a huge patch of bright orange blooming poppies next to a church. I couldn't get over how gorgeous and unique they were. I visited them every morning until their petals fell off and nothing was left but the green twisty stalks. By the end of the week I mentioned to Marc how much I loved the flowers and how beautiful Poppy would be for a name. He laughed. A lot. Years passed by and when we became serious about having children, I immediately brought up Poppy for a name again. He laughed, again. Needless to say, it took a lot of perseverance on my part to convince Marc that Poppy would be the perfect name for our daughter (and I didn't even push the fact that I really wanted Flower for her middle name), but in the end we all couldn't imagine our little Poppy with any other name.
Last week we took a walk by the original poppies next to the church and they were in full bloom. I was bummed that I didn't have my camera, but decided to come back the next day to take pics for the blog. Unfortunately, we had a windy, rainy night and all that was left the next day was this lone little flower...
Our little Poppy Flower.
Posted by Amanda on Friday, June 05, 2009