simply-crafting: Poppies

Apologies for the over exposed photos today, OH always whines about the weight of my craft stash when we take it away with us so I'm travelling light and neglected to pack my light box or easel. That shouldn't have been a problem but the sun is so gloriously bright my pictures are a little too bright. But hey, I really have no business complaining about the weather today!

I have an addition to my earlier anti-rant, there is now a baby learning to walk on that same area the teenagers were using earlier. It's so great to see young kiddies enjoying the extra space and freedom they get when camping. I'm a huge fan of simple toys and simple pleasures that make kids faces light up just the same as they did generations ago - note to self must find a yo-yo for my niece, she was trying to use her swimming goggles as one last time I took her swimming!

Also, I'm so grateful to have a techie fellah who always brings a brilliant mobile internet connection so I can catch up with my challenges over the weekend. Bless 'im! He's currently obsessed with upgrading his motorbike ready for his annual biking trip round Scotland. It got through it's MOT so now that's all he'll talk about until after he gets back. Ah summer's here at last!

Oh I should also explain for those of you visiting from over the pond, in the UK we have Remembrance Day instead of Memorial Day and it's also known as Poppy Day because this lovely flower bloomed across the worst of the battlefields. I think it's lovely that such a pretty flower has become a symbol of remembrance throughout the UK, it's such a positive and yet respectful way of expressing thanks and honoring the sacrifices others have made for our freedom. I found myself particularly remembering both of my grandfathers when I made this card. They both fought in very different ways and carried very different memories which they dealt with in very different ways. I remember them both very fondly and both with the same measure of pride and gratitude. The simple "Thank You" greeting is from my heart to both of them - 'brushes a little tear'.