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.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
Today is Remembrance Day here in Canada. Here's to all the men and women who returned from the wars and those who did not. My grandfathers didn't talk about the war much, but I do know that one taught soldiers how to deal with the effects of mustard gas poisoning, and the other...well, I might not be here today, if a mess tin hadn't stopped a bullet from killing him. Whew!
Lest we forget, the knitting. One giant, thick and warm sock complete.
And one thrummed sock started, but not enough to show yet. I'd really like a yarn ball winder, but since I don't have one yet I hand wound this one. I bet this is how they did it in the old days, and they liked it!
2 comments:
hello, just dropping by a la "next blog". I thought that scarf below is lovely. If I saw that in a shop I would buy it.
I actually love winding yarn balls by hand. I find it therapeutic, like meditating.
Love the wavy scarf. Is that a purchased pattern? Where can I get it? Since the sari yarn turned out to be much more scratchy than I expected, I'm thinking scarves with interesting stitches would be appropriate
You got a drive-by comment! Cool!
Yvette
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