When a poppy has finished flowering the elegantly simple seedheads remain, crammed to the brim with tens of thousands of tiny seeds. These are spread as the wind shakes it; if you shake it yourself it sounds like a minute broken rattle.
Speed is the life of annual flower – a dash to flower, hurriedly pollinate and then a race to spread seed ready for the next generation. But whichever stage a poppy is at, it is beautiful.