She always grew a few in our front yard.
When we moved here to Italy, I was blown away by the wild poppies that grow everywhere in the late spring and summer. They are sprinkled in with weeds and even pop up in a field of wheat--love the view of a lone red flower in the middle of a field of green wheat (another natural reminder that we need to stand for who we are and what we believe in, even if we are alone in doing so).
So, this year the boys and I made a little change to the sweet primary song, I Often Go Walking:
We often go walking in meadows of poppies,
And we gather armfuls of poppies for you.
We gather the poppies the whole meadow over.
Dear Grandma, all poppies remind us of you!
*We think of you every time we see these pretty red-orange flowers,and that is often!
We love you, Grandma!
And we love you, mom!!
4 comments:
Thanks you so much!!!!! I do love poppies, but I love you all so much more. I wish I could give you each a hug right now, that is what would make me the happiest. When you see the poppies growing wild there in Italy, think of me and how much I love you. Mom And Grandma
aren't poppies, really the 'opium' plant? hmmm....
so stinkin' cute! Love it! I love poppies too.
That is way too beautiful! And what a sweet tribute to your Mom! Can I come play in the poppies, too?
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