The Poppies are back!!!!
This little quote from Keats
catches the gayiety of the flower
as it dances in the breeze
and yet the Poppy, in our culture,
is so remindful of
grief, and sorrow and loss,
so much the result of
bravery, and valour.
Perhaps that's why we love them so.
When we visited Charles' brother's graves in France
outside the cemetery the poppies
grew wild in the meadows.
Here in our garden
they grew amongst the flax and the iris
and were a constant reminder
of the beauty that we who lived
have been privileged to wonder at.
Praise what comes!!!!
