In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; 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 and 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 …

The first snow day of the year – I wish I still had my brother’s camera here. :-/ The trees, sides of houses, sidewalks, streets and power lines are coated in ice, and we have several inches of snow.
It’d be kinda pretty, if it didn’t herald the beginning of six months of frozen, white hell.

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It’s coming up on three years since we picked up our little Pye, who soon turned into a very large Pye. I’d never had a Siamese of my own, and only admired others’ from afar. When the girls had the opportunity (and financial assistance from my brother) to get one for me for Yule in 2005, we jumped at it. Pye was only mine, of course, until we got home, where he almost immediately became Care’s. He loved us all, in his own way, but he was her best friend.
Ya’ll …

Just received word that my flash (oh gods, how I hate writing flash!) piece, It Never Lasts Forever, was accepted into Strange Publications year long project, 52 Stitches.
That’s two for Strange Publications in about four months. w00t!
Did I mention yet that Tainted (which contains The Lion Roared) arrived last week? I’m loving it!
Thanks out to Aaron and Ed for another go-round in the Strangeness!

Today sucks.
Goodnight to one wonderful little dude, Opus.
And in Canada we say godspeed, Vera Duckworth. The Old Rectory just won’t be the same, and neither will Weatherfield.

Happy Halloween for all my non-pagan friends, and a Blessed Samhain to all my pagan friends.

This is the first year the girls aren’t trick or treating. They really shouldn’t have gone last year, but I’ve always said 13 was the oldest they could go – and Care didn’t want to go alone, so Rhia went, too. This year – they’re handing it out, rather than taking.
We’re attempting to take our holiday off, however I’m about to head into more edits and this weekend is of course, uber-busy. With …