glory

Last week the poppies in our garden were nodding pods. Within a few days, as if conducted by the sunbeams' baton, they broke into a symphony, and now the petals are falling - leaving swaying skeletons.
In anguish Guelph's most famous poet, John McCrae, wrote "In Flander's Fields the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row..." - then threw it away. Interesting story.
Ars longa.
There is an interesting project taking place here now - called "Afghanistan...On Guard for Thee??" seeking artistic statements reflecting on Canada's international reputation.
Vita brevis.
Let's hope we get it right.

Guelph