The Poppies Are In Bloom.

You know me by now. I LOVE flowers. Outdoors. The Chicago Botanic Gardens. I've had a membership to that little slice of beauty since the year I had Maddie. THAT was what pulled me through the first year of her life as I struggled with post-partum depression.

So I knew the poppies would be coming soon and this week I saw a few around the neighborhood so when I saw the weather forecast for today, I just had a gut feelin' that it was gonna be a Botanic Garden day.

We packed up the water colors, paint brushes, and water, and off we went.
And we found one of my favorite corners
{I'll be honest, there are SO many favorite corners of mine at that place} and plopped down.
I forgot thin brushes for Jackson and myself so he used a bigger foam brush and I used my Canon camera. Seemed to be a win-win. {I might have gone a bit overboard with the pictures but I just couldn't help myself.}

I grew up in Canada, and Remembrance Day was a pretty big deal. We'd leave school and go over to the little Memorial Statue in Thessalon. Everyone wore poppies on their lapels.

And I distinctly remember this poem being read. We had to memorize it, and to this day, I can't see a poppy without beginning this poem ...

This is what Wikipedia says about the poem ... "The poem has achieved near-mythical status in contemporary Canada and is one of the nation's most prominent symbols. Most Remembrance Day ceremonies will feature a reading of the poem in some form (it is also sung in some places), and many Canadian school children memorize the verse. A quotation from the poem appears on the Canadian ten-dollar bill. The poem is part of Remembrance Day ceremonies in the United Kingdom, where it holds as one of the nation's best-loved, and is occasionally featured in Memorial Day ceremonies in the United States.[citation needed]"

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

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.

We are the Dead. Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Anyway, to all my Canadian friends ... the beauty of a field of poppies...

What a delightful day with the kids... and the poppies and various other pretty pretty flowers.


Julie K. said…
Oh this is so inspiring! Makes me want to throw my whole to-do list for tomorrow out the window and take Kiana. Those Poppies are beautiful!! I just might do that because I regretfully missed the tulips - I don't want to make that mistake twice. :) Beautiful!
Mae said…
Gorgeous pictures! I wouldn't mind a couple of those pictures as prints.
Alysa said…
Julie, definitely go tomorrow. Pitch the list. The poppies are right behind the English Garden (where the blue gate is) ... you won't miss them - stunning!
Alysa said…
Mom, maybe that'll be a birthday gift for you - for your red room! which one do you want =) ... love you and wish you could be here to go with us to the gardens. Missing you greatly.
lizwiththree said…
wow what stunning and bright pictures!!!! grorgeous

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