The last poppy

My husband's November poppy.

I despise the clamour to be the first to wear whatever the decreed symbol of observance/awareness for whatever the cause, and the faux outrage for whoever doesn't dance to that tune. "My cause is better than your cause", and "my way of marking it is better than yours" is a dangerous path. I refuse to be part of it, whatever the issue.

Happily, my other half, who keenly feels the losses of the world wars year round, has enough patience for both of us.