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Anzac Day

I popped out to the garden to take this picture of the red autumn leaves -- my token of rememberence for the day.

Because we have the remnants of the bug, today I am watching the Anzac march on TV rather than weathering the rain.

Words to walk with:
The sobering thought is that wars are always fought near someone's home.
Range Finding by Robert Frost.
"The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had dispossessed
A moment sought in air his flower of rest,
Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.

On the bare upland pasture there had spread
O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread
And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew."


  1. Gorgeous colour and shape here, Joan.

    And that Robert Frost ... how to talk about the general by focussing on the particular.


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