Nearly out of a romance novel:
A statuesque beauty in a lovely dressing gown of seafoam green steps out, and no one can look away from her violet eyes and startling red coif. So beautiful, so dramatic, everyone wants her. She dances in the gardens of what passes for royalty in American history. Then, she disappears.
But, hundreds of years later, she is alive.
For the incredible story behind this poppy, please read this post.
If you'd like to help me keep this part of history alive, let me know in a comment, and I'll do my best to save some seed for you.