The name Poppyhead comes from memories with my Grandmother. She was an avid gardener and artist/sculptor. She saw faces in everything and one of my favorite things to do with her was take the green poppyheads that had just lost their petals and carve a little face in them. The top looked like velvet hair and we would hold them by the stems and walk around the garden exploring. Whenever I see these beautiful red poppies I think about her and those wonderful, innocent days of childhood.