In Flanders Fields John McCrae 1872-1918 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago
Thank you for it all!! Pictures and election news, poetry and drying laundry.
We heard a recital at noon in Passau, wonderful pastries and coffee preceded our time. No way I’m riding a bike there! You’re doing great. Love from sunny dry Florida. ❤️
You must feel like fishes out of water, riding under clear skies!
looking good you guys. stay safe, have fun, and Happy Anniversary!
Beautiful and fascinating update! ❤️❤️❤️
amazing pictures keep them coming and be safe.
Thank you for it all!! Pictures and election news, poetry and drying laundry.
We heard a recital at noon in Passau, wonderful pastries and coffee preceded our time. No way I’m riding a bike there! You’re doing great. Love from sunny dry Florida. ❤️