Recently I've been noticing flower beds and road verges full of poppies on my travels locally. Maybe they're there annually but somehow they have seemed especially splendid this year.
Perhaps I'm just getting better at waking up and smelling the
roses poppies - an art that has been severely tested over the last few days, when there has been so much to ruminate upon.
I have a recollection that poppy seeds were given out to schools and community groups in 2014 as part of the commemorations of the centenary of the outbreak of WW1, maybe some of the poppy beds are the legacy of those seeds?
Or maybe they could be part of ongoing commemorations; centenary events begin on Friday to remember the one million soldiers who lost their lives during the Battle of the Somme, which lasted from July to November in 1916. A battle which typifies our perceptions of WW1 - helpless soldiers and blundering generals. It's a stark reminder of the futility of warring with your neighbours...