Friday, April 28, 2006

I said, "Old man, don't bother me... poppies... poppies..."

Last Sunday my girlfriend and I headed all the way out to the high desert community of Lancaster in search of the state flower of California, the Golden Poppy. The Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve is just outside of town, and typically at this time of year the fields are supposed to be a sea of vibrant orange blooms, but this is what we saw when we got there:

Pretty in a way, but not poppies.

However, if one looked closely, they could be found:

The wind was, as promised, wicked strong. Poppies have the good sense to close up their petals in such weather. We humans... not so much.

[Bonus points if you can identify from where the line I used as the title comes.]


  1. I'll go with either The Wizard of Oz (original "Dead Tree" version, which I have not read)... or "Existential Blues", which I listened to many times on the Dr. Demento radio program. Of the two, I much prefer the song (though, truth be told, I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the artist).

  2. You are correct on the second count, Justin! Tom 'T-Bone' Stankus! And yes, I know that without looking it up. 25 years later and that info is still stuck in my brain.


So, what do you think?