Ma fleurs préférée, il faudra qu'un jour je me ramène des graines en Guyane  Red Poppies in remembrance of all those brave men and women.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses row on row To mark our place; We shall not sleep though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae, - Written to honor those who lost their lives on France's fields during WWI.

Remember the day we climbed the cattle gate to visit Green Cemetery? We laughed so hard!

wildflowers in the morning mist just as the sun beams strike through the perfectly positioned top of the tree