As a child I posed in a field of these golden poppies, a field like this one that went as far as the eye could see.
(Picture below was an award winner that I borrowed from here.)
When I grew up I bought the poppy seeds and scattered them in my California garden and enjoyed them happily year after year as re-seeded abundantly over and over again.
Our son planted the poppies in his small garden in Salt Lake City; I guess all of us exiled Californians need a touch of the Golden State's golden blossoms to remind us of home.
miniature roses are blooming too, despite being troubled by black spot.
Sheesh, roses always seem to bothered by something....