Poppy

Poppy blooms scarlet at the edge of a wheat field, a flower name drawn straight from the English garden. Long a favorite nickname in Britain, it crossed over as a given name in the early 2000s and has since bloomed across American charts as parents warm to short, cheerful botanicals like Iris, Daisy, and Wren. The sound is all bounce, two light plosives and a grin. The poppy itself carries quieter weight too, the flower of remembrance for Commonwealth war dead, a thread of meaning beneath the sunniness. Poppy feels like hand-knit cardigans and jam tarts, small, bright, and entirely its own.