I don’t want people to think that I am taking credit for this beautiful picture.  I saw alinkto this on twitter and it means more than any words I could write on this great day.  

I wanted to combine it with a beautiful poem that was inspired by (World War 1-era) Joh McCrae.

“In Flanders Fields”:

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.

* The “though poppies grow in Flanders fields” in the poem is thought by some to refer to the blood stains from shallow graves where soldiers were buried.

(I found this excerpt on Pioneer Woman’ssite)  I obviously didn’t have much time for a post, but wanted to observe Memorial Day just the same. Have a great day and don’t forget to check out the new letter on P.I.M.D.E.  It is a beautifully touching letter by Elloa.