Everyone asks about this great brute of a plant when they see the garden. We acquired it during the pandemic at a public garden, one of the few safe outings.
Back then it was an innocent looking thing with pretty leaves in a gallon container, sold at the outdoor mini nursery for a few dollars.
It is called Macleaya, or Plume Poppy, native to Japan.
From Wiki:
"The individual flowers are insignificant, but the combined effect of multiple stems four to six feet high (make that 10-12 feet here) can give a striking architectural effect. (No kidding.) The plants are unsuitable for small gardens (duh) because of their invasive tendencies, but can be very effective as features in large gardens. They spread both by underground suckers and by seeding, so can be difficult to get rid of in some situations."
Irresponsible planting, the story of my life.
All is well and the doctor said my eyes are "stable," which is the best possible medical news at this age. I'm bleary-eyed though from the drops and strain of the flashing tests. I was in and out fairly quickly (time is money) and eye medicine has become high tech, low touch. I suppose an improvement, but those old fashioned chatty exams were more reassuring.
The sun in June is blinding! I was exhausted and crawled in bed with my book at 8:30, still broad daylight outside. I felt like a child being punished for something. Then it started getting light this morning about 3:45. Not a great time of year for sleeping.
“Outside, the sun was crackling.”
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