Fallen Dreams.

We had the usual Sunday  morning saga with J. Shall I  go out on the motorbike, or not? He eventually decided to give it a miss, and play  work on the board. I decide to go for a walk to Laleston, which isn't too far away.  I saw these Poppies, growing in a field near the road. I love to see these beautiful flowers, but they also make me feel sad. Each one a reminder of the very brave men, who gave up their lives for us.  When  I got back, just for a change, it rained, and hasn't stopped all afternoon. It's  nearly time to sit down to a roast chicken dinner, and a glass, or two  of Malbec.