From a dumpy bag of dirt, reclaimed from deconstruction work, this tissue-petalled beauty has arisen. We did not sow it. Since the garden was created in 1984 and the first plants here were grown, seeds have been gathering in the soil, to bide their time and wait for the chance to burst into life. Some species, like this Field Poppy, we may not see for years at a time. Only able to grow on disturbed ground, they spring up to mark where we've been working. In a few short weeks it will be dead, but it will have invested in the future by then, for soon the poppy's pepper-pot heads will be scattering seeds by the thousand, to top up the seed bank for the years to come.