These poppies bloom every year in my back garden.  This year the buds were so heavy that they bent the stalks down to the ground.  When I came out in the morning the light caught the bottom petals and they seemed to glow from within.  The brilliant light also made the dark blotches and the feathery parts look purple.  I have tried many times to capture the silkiness and delicate glow of these poppies.  With luck I will spend a good many future summers doing the same. They seem to embody the very essence of summer - lush, bright, and hot. And they just beg to be sketched.
Watercolor in Moleskine wc book.