I was just reading about Cynthia's poppies on her blog. I was going to leave a comment about my experience with growing them, but my comment soon became long enough to be a blog.
Many years ago I was admiring the gorgeous poppies in the yard of an elderly couple, and they kindly gave me some seeds to plant. At that time, our house was adjacent to a vacant piece of land, a hillside, that rose away from our back yard. I could imagine how beautiful a sea of poppies tumbling down the hill would be, so I scattered the seeds and let them land where they may. Sure enough, the poppies blossomed and it was a glorious sight. Around that same time, our local newspaper published an article about opium poppies and how to tell the difference by the shape of the seed pod. I ran out to my lovelies, and sure enough....I was growing a field of opium! I called the local police department, and they sent out the drug squad. They ripped out all of my beautiful poppies.
Someday I'll tell you about my marijuana plant!
On second thought, I'd better not leave you in the dark. We had a small rental, with a young man as a tenant. When he moved out, I went to clean it up and noticed the prettiest plant growing in the front flower garden, one I had never seen before. Again, the local paper happened to print an article (I swear, those newspaper people must have been watching me!), this time about marijuana plants. Yep, that was what was growing in the flower bed. I hurried over to remove it, but someone had evidently identified it before I did, as it was already gone, roots and all.
Now you know all about my "dark" past!