From Today’s Walk

I don’t always have a specific plan when I walk. In fact, most times, my feet just sort of go and since I’m attached to my feet I go along. Today, though, I knew I wanted to get to a certain yard that is around two miles away. I thought I might be too late to catch all the poppies, and it turned out that I was a bit late, but there were still some blooming, along with some Larkspur, Statice and Eschscholzia californica (California poppies).

Here is my first shot … a rather tired looking poppy, but still hanging in there.

First Shot: Red Poppy, 5.29.19

In Memory

For those who gave their lives.

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

–Lt. Col. John McCrae