Remembrance Day

While Tess was at Keep Fat then having her hair done, I was putting a second (and hopefully final) coat of varnish on the bedroom door and baking the weekly bread.

This afternoon we took a stroll to the local park where the war memorial has been renovated and moved to a more prominent position. The main service will be held on Sunday but a couple of wreaths are already in place.

Here’s a poem for this year:

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933]