loved, and were loved
November 9, 2009 at 12:56 am Jill Leave a comment

While living in the States, I kind of missed the poppies every November. I like the way they stand out in a sometimes dreary month, worn on the lapels of coats freshly dug out of the closet for winter, uniting their wearers in some small way for those two weeks.
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Entry filed under: fall, flowers. Tags: In Flanders Fields, poppies, remembrance day.












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