Poppies

I woke this morning feeling thankful after yesterday's wee episode. I was feeling so much better and had my best night's sleep in weeks, and it was a beautiful summer morning. Ordinarily it would have been a walking group day but I passed on that and took myself to the allotment instead, not to do any hard work, simply to check on what needed harvested and simply to enjoy being there. The place was alive with insects feeding on the plants in the early morning sunshine. My eye was taken to the poppies in particular. I've been thinking a lot about Passchendaele this week  where both my grandfathers experienced the horror of war a century ago so this seemed an appropriate blip on a whole number of levels..