. . . brought forth 60g of poppy seed [parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus Quintus Horatius Flaccus aka Horace 65 BC - 8 BC]. Nit griping, really. No labour was expended in this. The poppies [of several different varieties] flourish in the corners of the polytunnel because the weeders [def'n'y not me!] have other things to do with their lives. Poppy Papaver rhoeas or Papaver sominiferum is an excellent example of a weed species - it is often the first in when ground is ploughed, bombed or otherwise disturbed. The seeds are light and prolific, so get widely dispersed.
I sat down on the last evening in July with a soup bowl and a pair of scissors, topped the dry seed-heads and poured the black gold into a soup bowl [as R]. The biggest seed heads [think cherry] get processed first; because it's easier to justify giving up when the seed heads are the size of a raisin and yielding very little. There's sufficient wastage and clumsiness to ensure that some seed is broadcast locally to ensure that the poppy is ever with us. I've harvested poppyseed before: 2015 - 2024.
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