Here’s the happy view I found last week on turning a corner when out for a walk: Poppies growing wild in a field, peeking through a weathered gate, pushing up without any coaxing to wave a hello to passersby.
Poppies show up when the weather turns warm. Snow is gone for now and orange dots the landscape, blowing in fields and banks and between fence rails.
This week we celebrate Memorial Day and honor those brave souls who fought for freedom. This poem, written during World War I, is about another place that poppies grew and about life and about bravery.
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.
The poet noted the flowers blooming in a tranquil field that would be remembered even a century later for the battle fought on it. Apparently the conditions of battle rendered the dirt unsuitable for most growing plants, but poppies are hardy enough to flourish there.
Other battlefields have been added to Flanders fields; we honor so many men and women for their valiant stand on these fields. It’s been good to pause and remember them especially this week.
It’s good to pause and remember, too, that Spring still warms the fields and poppies still bloom every year. Still, they remind us to greet the day, soak up the warmth, wave a hello to passersby.
Wishing you a week full of warmth and cheer!