Growing up in Southern California I always looked forward to spring. With luck, if we had a good winter, the hillsides would burst with blooms of yellow, purple, and orange. I never knew our golden California poppies came in anything other than orange. Then one year, after wandering miles of dirt roads and hillsides, I found one patch that, for at least two years, yielded white and cream poppies. I will forever love and adore the classic orange glow of the California poppy, but I also love the uniqueness of these rare little finds.