Blood Sweeps the November Lands

As I watched from the shadows as the volunteers carefully plucked the ceramic poppies from the muddy ground and into the safety of their cardboard nests - I was feeling disappointed that no poppy would be finding its forever home with me.

Desperately Seeking Clarice!

Many years ago as my Grandmother would regale me with a myriad of tales about our family history - I recall that it was at the first mention of "Poor Clarice" that my interest was REALLY piqued.