Armistice Day

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In honor and loving memory of Major Wellesley Tudor Pole O.B. E. (23 April 1884 – 13 September 1968)

poppy

In Flanders Field

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.

John McCrae

Alpine Ivy Geraniums

When my children were younger, they had the opportunity to play competitive soccer in Belgium. The whole family went over, and it was a wonderful trip.

We all loved Bruges, especially the cascading alpine ivy geraniums on the balconies overlooking the canal. I’ve grown ivy geraniums ever since.

Geraniums in Bruges

I’m getting a late start on my ivy geraniums this year. My order from Larson’s Geraniums, purveyor of European-style geraniums, will arrive on Thursday.

After they arrive, I will start the watering, pruning and fertilizing necessary to achieve European showiness. They require daily attention to achieve their highest glory. My next-door neighbor insists on the same color every year!