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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our places; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Items for this week for all sizes click here: What's in my bag
Dear Friends,
Do any of you remember when paper poppies were passed out on Memorial Day? I do although as a child I wasn't quite sure what they were about: Memorial Day Poppies.
So if you are offered a poppy today, wear it for those that enabled us to be here this beautiful San Diego day and to enjoy the bounty of the farm.
May we all spend the day in appreciation.
All of your GreenStore orders are much appreciated an if there are items you'd like us to carry, please drop me a note.
Happy cooking and feel free to contact me if you need help or suggestions--and that includes your likes and dislikes..
I read all the emails.
Happy cooking..
Stephenie Caughlin
Seabreeze Organic Farm
Seabreeze Green Store
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