Photo by Barnchaser, March 5, 2005
Oooh, it's coming up that time of year again when the poppies on the mountain bloom. One never knows exactly what kind of poppy year to expect. Last year was a bust. But 2005 was quite nice. It just depends on the right climatic conditions.
The poppy seeds on the local mountains were dropped from an airplane many, many years ago. They were sewn by a man in the memory of his late wife. They seem to found the perfect environment, having flourished and spread over the years until some springs they explode in riotous color on the hillsides.
In the next day or two, I want to post here a blog showing the influence of man around the desert southwest where we live. I'll call it something like "Man's Brush Strokes" and it will contain images of all things manifested in the desert as a result of man's interventions -- some, like the poppies, incredibly beautiful, some not.
There is some urgency in that upcoming blog. That's because one of the more incredible manifestations begins to vanish this year just as the poppies begain to appear. Stay tuned.