I cannot tell a lie; this photograph taken a few years back is proof of what getting down to earth in my neck of the woods will look like in no time at all--what a place to lie down in!
ah, paparounes!! For some reason it made me think of the poppy-seed rolls my mom used to make at Easter time. I'm so jealous. We will have snow til at least April.
Well, yes and no--as Annie says, the Greeks do call them paparounes=poppies but I prefer anemones=windflowers. And I was not thinking of "In Flanders Fields" when I posted this photograph, but now that you mention it, it might have been a subconscious image. I know the poem and I remember when I was a kid growing up in the US, the VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) would sell these little red paper poppies on Veteran's Day for people to wear on their lapels as a reminder of all the servicemen who lost their lives overseas.
Are they poppies? I think they might be. Could this be an allusion to the poem: In Flanders Fields?
ReplyDeleteI shall try to record it here from my memory. I rote learned it as a girl.
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Beside the crosses
Row on row that mark our place.
We are the dead...
That's all I remember. You might, if you're interested, Google it for more.
ah, paparounes!! For some reason it made me think of the poppy-seed rolls my mom used to make at Easter time. I'm so jealous. We will have snow til at least April.
ReplyDeleteElisabeth,
ReplyDeleteWell, yes and no--as Annie says, the Greeks do call them paparounes=poppies but I prefer anemones=windflowers. And I was not thinking of "In Flanders Fields" when I posted this photograph, but now that you mention it, it might have been a subconscious image. I know the poem and I remember when I was a kid growing up in the US, the VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) would sell these little red paper poppies on Veteran's Day for people to wear on their lapels as a reminder of all the servicemen who lost their lives overseas.
Like your words, these flowers are best appreciated at a deeper level.
ReplyDeleteWilliam,
ReplyDeleteSo noted and appreciated,or--as an old acquaintance of ours was fond of saying about limbo--"How low can you go?"