Rosie's anemones and one popping poppy

These little white anemones were a gift from a friend. Rosanne Shalf brought me not only some of these cut flowers but some plants as well. This is at least the third time she's shared this plant with me and I have yet to succeed with it, but maybe the third time is the charm. It grows like a weed in Rosie's yard. The red-orange flower is a poppy bud about to burst forth from its bud scales. I wouldn't be surprised if it has unfurled by tomorrow morning. This is the kind of thing I should sit around and watch, but can't (or don't).