Forget-Me-Not Day. Fitting, given that tomorrow is Remembrance Day. In honour of all who lost their lives in the fight against tyranny, I give you this: 
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place: and in the skyThe larks still bravely singing flyScarce 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 lieIn Flanders fields! Take up our quarrel with the foeTo you, from failing hands, we throwThe torch: be yours to hold it highIf ye break faith with us who die,We shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields. Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae Golly, I get teary eyed every time I read that poem. 

 This year I bought my poppy pin from two Navy Cadets in the front lobby of a grocery store. So far I’ve not lost it. Not yet anyway, hehe. Lots of people use either a tiny flag pin or a small poppy-shaped pin to hold the poppy in place. I’ll continue playing poppy-pin-roulette and hope for the best. 
Cheers!
  
        Published on November 09, 2017 21:00