Mimpish Monday: Memorial Day

For Memorial Day, something more somber, from Reginald Farrer's letters from Ypres during World War I, plus an iconic verse. And a poppy, not the red poppy of Flanders, but  the Celestial poppy of the China-Tibet border:

Meconopsis pratti, the Celestial Poppy, watercolor by Reginald Farrer
Royal Horticultural Society, Lindley Library
Collection of Dr. and Mrs. John Farrer

"From time to time, there come by the quiet processions of the dead — limp-looking, helpless dead, mummied tightly up in their dark grey blankets ready for burial, and looking so heartbreakingly small : — poor little emptied things, hardly more than half the size of the full ones who are swinging them down the street."

--R. J. Farrer, The Void of War

"They shall not grow old, as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."

--Robert Laurence Binyon, For the Fallen