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Saturday, November 11, 2006

Remembrance Day


on the 11th day of the 11th month at the 11th hour
we will remember them
take time today to stop for a minutes silence
to remember
the sacrifice of those who have died or suffered in wars and conflicts
and all those who have served their countries
in the name of peace
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

REMEMBRANCE DAY
the photo above was taken in my garden this morning!
these Remembrance poppies always bloom for the first time on November 11.

14 Comments:

Blogger Carole Burant said...

How simply wonderful that your poppies bloom on November 11th...that is so very special!! We do indeed need to always remember our heroes and all the families they left behind. xoxo

10:49 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

How beautiful. We must always remember all who have fought for our freedoms. That poppy is lovely. I can't grow poppies. What's the secret?

11:17 am  
Blogger Sharon said...

I love the picture of poppies. I have a large picture of poppies in my livingroom. Take care and have a good weekend ms.robin...........

11:35 am  
Blogger TJ said...

Thanks for the reminder to remember!!
Pretty Remembrance poppies!
:-D

12:20 pm  
Blogger Tinker said...

Oh, how sweet and magical that they always bloom for Remembrance Day (we call it Veteran's Day here in the states). My Papa served all over with the Army in WWII, and we always donated to the VFW to get our paper poppies. I must go see if I can find one now that you've reminded me. Thank you.

1:20 pm  
Blogger Lisa Oceandreamer Swifka said...

Like Kai said you are in our future and we are in your past as it's not yet Veteran's Day (as we call it here) until tomorrow. That's amazing that your poppies bloom on that day. We always fly our flag on that day...I don't condone war but I am grateful to those who fight for our very freedoms.
XOXO

4:51 pm  
Blogger Sheila said...

My Great Uncle Charles, was in the Australian Infantry, he was killed on the Somme. I found out yesterday that he sailed to Europe from Adelaide in 1915. I don't know how he was in Australia, but I will attempt to find out.
He is on the Australian forces Roll of Honour, his name was Charles Alp.

1:38 am  
Blogger Gill said...

Robyn...those are absolutely gorgeous pictures. You must have a great garden.
Here we always observe this holiday, it is very important to us to have that moment of silence.xo Awesome post:)

4:57 am  
Blogger KaiBlue said...

Spread the Peace..Let the Blood REd colour of the poppy come to mean the Love from the heart of all, not the blood spilled..
Hugs and healing,
Peace Kai

9:49 am  
Blogger Dot said...

Beautiful post Robyn. I think it's lovely that your poppies bloom on November 11. And it doesn't surprise me as you have such an affinity with the earth and such a compassionate heart.
Your poppies are in tune with the essence of you.

Well done on the blog award too!

Hugs

Dotee xoxo

7:57 pm  
Blogger Gena said...

Lovely post Robyn, rememberance day always makes me feel very sad,what a waste of lives.

10:59 pm  
Blogger Suzie Ridler said...

Do they really Robyn? That's amazing!

I was at our local ceremony yesterday. My husband is in the Canadian navy now and it was my first time going as a spouse of a serving officer. It's important to remember, it's important not to forget.

4:07 am  
Blogger Annabelle said...

Isn't it lovely of them to remind you? You certainly have the touch of a green thumb. Love the poppies in your garden.

Annabelle ~^..^~ xo

5:51 am  
Blogger paris parfait said...

What a beautiful addition to your garden - and they bloom on Remembrance Day! Just wonderful. And I echo your sentiments. So many sacrificed so much for us all. xo

9:14 am  

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