Monday, July 10, 2006
Yesterday David and I went to water the beans (henceforth to be referred to as the bbs) and in the midst of the allotment weeds, which are starting to grow, there was one poppy. Just one. I nearly trod on it. I asked if David knew the significance of a poppy, and he said remembrance. I picked it, and brought it home to press, and reached for the first suitable big book on the bookshelf. It happened to be the Children's Bible. I opened it at random, and the page heading was "Death is not the end".