
One very lonely poppy, I’m pleased that today it had a number of visitors.

Just one poppy in the entire field.
They are such beautiful, resilient flowers with such powerful symbolism. Family meaning as well. Grandfather was gassed in the trenches during WW1. My mum had a younger sister called Poppy who died in infancy.
Always so many stories. Not always happy ones.
Sorry went all Leonard Cohen on you there.
School is still most definitely out. Even after a week Hawklad is still on edge after the exams. But hopefully a very loud and noisy Iron Maiden concert will soon blow those cobwebs away.
AND I am still brain fudged. Why can I still recite so many chemical formulas, quote Love Poetry lines and Shakespeare. Last night I even dreamed about being a university student having to do a practical exam in fractional distillation. I can remember writing down the formula and clearly getting it right. And yet when I went shopping today I couldn’t remember one single item we needed.
At least I can still remember the stories behind the Poppy. That is something.
I really love reading your posts.
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I hear you re the weird memory glitches ❤️
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I think being tired doesn’t help ❤️
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A poppy for you and Hawklad. Enjoy the Iron Maiden concert!
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Thanks 🙏
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Your brain is tired! I hear the Alps calling!
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It doesn’t help being tired
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Wow. One lonely little Poppy. Beautiful shot with the countryside in the distance and the Poppy. You do well in your photography.
There appears to be two poems about WWI:
I’ve never been to an Iron Maiden concert. Enjoy.
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These are such poignant poems 🙏
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A red poppy is such a brave one for standing all alone. You two are our very brave guys. Very proud of you both Gary. Enjoy the concert.
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Thank you Sadje ❤️
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You’re welcome
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You have wrought visual poetry
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Thank you sir
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This has made me recall Mum’s kitchen / bathroom wallpaper full of poppies. So I look through all the Google images of vintage poppy wallpaper, and I can’t remember it looking at them. I’m all like you were with the place to scatter. I’ve lost the memory detail. This is part of grief, to recall things, but not exactly feeling it is the original, to then feel that as yet another loss. However, I’m going to take control of my poppy situation and choose a poppy wallpaper that looks jolly, looks pretty, looks good and will live in this now, this new moment. I hope this also helps with the scatter site, that you will find that place in that moment, even if you feel it isn’t the original idea.
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and now I’ve lost myself in so many recalls by looking at vintage wallpaper on ebay. There’s just so many memories and thoughts flooding in. Wallpaper brings on such specific times, specific places and eras, and people too. It’s a lot to digest, especially those that I can actually recognise as wallpapers that lined rooms I’ve been in.
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That is so true. I was in B&Q and saw a wallpaper that my mum had on her wall. Brought so many memories back. 😊
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I think I’ve got to the Homer Simpson brain stage. If a new bit of information jumps in, something has to jump out to make room for it.
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Instead of “poppy” as the title of this piece, I saw “puppy,” and I thought, “how sweet, they got a puppy.” Maybe it is a sign (for you or for me) to get a puppy. The poppy is beautiful, though. Thanks for posting.
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Puppy works
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What an image! How poignant it is!
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Thanks ❤️
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Like the Poppy, you’re finding resilience, both of you, even with muddied minds and leftover madness from the mockery of evaluations. You’re not alone in these circumstances ~I understand (how can I remember something specific ~by the way, love Leonard Cohen~yet, not remember I needed ONE thing at the store? Let’s make up something cool about our brains~we’re brilliant, let’s all unite in brilliancy for how our brains remember what matters most, …and releases that which matters the least! Love and hugs, you two! 💛🙏🏻
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There is something deeply moving about Leonard’s voice and words. That’s an idea, let’s unite the brains into one brilliant if a little scatty super computer 😂😂😂😂 hugs and love to you my friend ❤️
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Let’s do it!😜🤭😂 love and hugs dear friend! 💛🤗🙏🏻
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Shopping lists are made to be forgotten! That other stuff matters. I loved Leonard Cohen.
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Mine definitely are
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Struggle forward. The future holds possibilities no longer avsilable in the past.
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It really does
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So cool that you have that concert in sight. And regarding forgetting the most recent things… you are not alone 😂
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Surely not 😂
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I’m frustrated that even returning to the spot where I had a thought no longer results in its return!
I wish we had the poppy symbolism here. It’s very nice.
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I try that and mostly still can’t remember it.
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You remember the important things, and really that’s what matters most. 🙂 I hear ya though. I end up making way more trips to the grocery store than I used to because I am always forgetting things. I love that photo of the lone poppy – it was meant to stand out!
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I hope I remember most of the important things 😂😂😂
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I have every confidence you will 🙂
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