Poppies

The tulips and other early Spring flowers have bloomed and have gone. Now it’s the poppies turn to bloom in our front yard. Other flowers are waiting their turn to participate in the annual show of colors. Human lives share a similar cycle but only on a larger scale.

Doug has touched on the only real way to conquer Afghanistan: destroying their opium-based economy by growing our own. :thumbsup:

djm

There’s no need or way to “conquer” Afghanistan.

Beautiful picture, Doug. I love the house!

The word “Poppies” reminds me of two poems by Sylvia Plath.



Your president disagrees with you. :laughing:

djm

So does your prime minister. :really:

Nope. You’re out of date. The current one would like to bury his nose in the Bush as far as possible. A wobbly minority government is the only thing holding him back.

djm

At any rate, how does this relate to poppies?

Well, “In Flander’s Fields” was written by a Canadian.

djm

You don’t happen to own any flying monkeys do ya?

This thread only shows how naive I am. I actually was expecting other photos of flowers.

real nice place ya got there Doug.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

Thx, Jim. I’ve always liked that one. That’s what I call poetry.

djm

Your photo was predominantly HOUSE.

Yes, it’s very good, isn’t it? The author
was a surgeon; he had just buried a close
friend and he took out a pen and paper and
described the scene–the poppies, which were
indeed blowing, the
swallows, the sound of gunfire, the crosses.

He threw the poem away, not thinking it any good,
and another soldier retrieved it.

Doug, I apologize.

Poppies are beautiful. This isn’t my picture, but it is a picture I love.

About three weeks ago we took pictures of these spring ephemerals. Both have now gone to seed and will be gone in a few weeks.

They are the Blood Root.

And Trout Lily

Happy I was able to see them when I had the chance.

Nice poppies, but I like the house better.

What I want to know is what was originally on the right of the house- where there’s siding between the brick columns? It looks suspiciously like it might have been a port-cochere. Ya’ll know I’m a sucker for a house from that era.

that’s it…I knew it looked a bit odd to me