Last summer I became extremely agitated during the protracted wait for the blooming of our Nepal Poppy, Meconopsis napaulensis; “will she?”, “wont she?”, “what colour will she be”, “will bambi/slug/snail/hippo take a liking to the burgeoning flower spike” and “if she is going to I wish she would get a move on I’m beginning to lose interest”. I was hoping for pink but she turned out yellow (I loved her anyway) and was as spectacular as I had imagined. This year, thanks to a very generous gift by Mr Marwood, we have six plants. Can you imagine the anticipation before these furry little beauties’ coming out party. It may well get messy.