During the First World War the muddy battle fields of Europe changed, seemingly overnight, to fields of poppies once the fighting had ceased. Blood red "Papaver rhoeas" thrived in the disturbed soil and became a symbol of lives lost and now of remembrance.
I wear my little plastic poppy with sadness for wars past and present and with hope for a more peaceful future.
(These photos were taken by someone in the Google universe. Thanks.)