I feel like the king in the Firebird

Do you know the story? A king (with three sons, of course), has a magic tree in his courtyard that every day flowers, buds, and grows one special apple, which ripens overnight and is ready to be eaten the next morning. But every night something comes and takes the apple, and so the king has his sons sit in the garden and keep watch to see what it is. The story goes on from there, but my similarity doesn't.

Daniel and I have some poppies growing in our garden. We recognized them by the leaves last August when we moved in, and have been waiting with bated breath while they grew buds, and finally one bud did become a poppy. And instead of being the magnificent orange of the standard poppy in these here parts, which look like this:



We got this!

( Beautiful! )