Remembrance | an inadequate thank you

Remembrance|

a. The act or process of remembering.

b. The state of being remembered: holds him in fond remembrance.

2. Something serving to celebrate or honor the memory of a person or event; a memorial.

3. The length of time over which one's memory extends.

4. Something remembered; a reminiscence.

5. A souvenir.

6. A greeting or token expressive of affection.

 

How can I say thank you enough?

First splash of red this year ...

It only takes one glimpse of those crumpled petals to make my heart sing.  A drop of red, a dash of tissue like grandeur flapping in the breeze.  I just can't help but wish to lie down next to them and stay there all day, all week, hell, forever!  I can not tell you how much I am looking forward to seeing more poppies over the coming weeks.  I even change routes that I travel, adding on miles, to sneak a peak of the little lovelies.  I'll keep you updated, you'll know when they are in their full glory.  Even more exciting this year as they are part of a possible-top-secret-project!  So keep popping back, I'll even provide some cake!

* On a side note, I am making some greetings cards soon, if you would like some especially made for you, please send your requests to me (you can choose photos from the blog, or from my flickr page, why not request something?).  E-mail me rosie (underscore) anthony (at) hotmail (dot) com or leave a comment here and I'll get back to you.

 

It is coming ...

Poppy season is coming!  One of my favourite times of year and it is almost upon us (one of my other favourite times of year is actually here, but more on that in the next few days!).  I have seen my first poppy bud and to be truthful, I can not express just how much I am looking forward to seeing the delightful dots of crimson all over the countryside.  I just wish that there was a poppy field locally.  It is one of my dreams to lie in a field studded with these elegant beauties.  I feel that no matter how many photographs, how many angles I shoot them from, it is never enough.  I can not do their delicacy justice, I can not convey how much I love them.

My lovely friend Sian promised that she would send me the first poppy in her garden last year.  I laughed it off as a sweet thought but unlikely to happen.  Then one day I got an unexpected card, with a lovely pressed poppy inside.  These are the sort of things that keep you going.  The small, delightful pleasures in life.  Knowing that someone cares enough about you to press a flower especially for you, brightening not only your day but a small piece of your heart.  Thank you Sian for the thought and for always being there.  You're wonderful and I miss you being here.


Ps please can you send me another one this year?  Pretty please?