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November 14, 2014

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Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 14, 2014 6:55 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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The beauty of the poppies, the color, the composition, greeted my eyes and descended into my heart. Warmth.

oh, that is so lovely. I forgot the sub-freezing temps outside and my cold feet inside, just for a little bit.

Posted by: Flyover Pilgrim [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 14, 2014 8:49 AM

Homage to the fallen in WW 1 & 2. The earth remembers.

Posted by: Stug Guts [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 14, 2014 9:10 AM

I have a more visceral fondness for poppies. Uncle Letsgo, my father's brother, told me when they were infants sometimes my dad suffered some colic. The old women would take poppy seeds and pods and boil them up, make a potion to ease the child's discomfort. This one particular time they did that and my father slept for two days. That's probably where I get my fondness for the stuff.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 15, 2014 5:27 AM

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