Amazing what is revealed when all the leaves have blown away.
We Will Remember Them
On November 11 every year we remember those who have lost their lives in the service of their country. For many Novembers I have attended the Remembrance service at the local Cenotaph, and shivered in the cold while the bugle sounds the Last Post and local dignitaries lay the wreaths of poppies. Two minutes silence at 11:00 o'clock on the 11th day of the 11th month.
I have posted about these two brave men before. I remember them with honour every November.
John Turnbull CHANDLER was my mother's cousin. He was born 31 August 1896 in Lincolnshire, England, and was known as Jack.
Len was born in the village of Combe Martin, in North Devon, England in 1895. He was the son of Matthew Darch and Sarah (nee Rooke), who lived at Glenwood, Combe Martin.The view from my window. This is definitely a very noisy way to tidy up the leaves, but it doesn't take long with two people at it. The leaves are all gone now, taken away in a big truck, and deposited in a giant compost pile. There are still a few hangers-on on the trees, hopefully enough to provide some winter homes for insects and small animals.
This little maple tree is going to sleep for a while. Stay cosy through the winter months, little tree. See you in the spring with a fresh coat of pale green.
The golden yellow trees lining the entrance to the local theatre and convention hall are ginkgo biloba trees.
Looks like the town council have voted to spend some money on paint. This will definitely brighten the place up when it's all finished! Snow... stay away!
I'm following a trail around the local reservoir. This trail was well used a few years ago, but for some reason the local council closed it... safety reasons I suppose. But it's still being used although I only met one family and one runner on my way though.
My new neighbour planted a baby red maple tree in the spring. I've watched as the little tree sprouted new pale green leaves as the temperatures got warmer, then maturing to a darker green as the summer arrived. And now, after a couple of cold nights..... scarlet foliage that glows in the autumn sunshine.
This is my friend James. He grew up in Australia on a sheep farm with thousands of sheep, I can't remember how many thousands... definitely a lot. He started shearing sheep at the age of 12.
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| This girl was only one year old and had never been sheared before, so she was complaining loudly for some of her sisters to come to her aid. But she was in safe hands with James. |
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Walking Through the Fire.... in collaboration with Sultans of String and the Cathedral Bluffs Symphony Orchestra. What a great concert yesterday.... loved every minute of it.
A very unusual and effective combination of a 50 piece symphony orchestra, the Sultans' lively international music, and the music of the First Nations people of this country.
The list of books read during 2023.... as usual Canadian authors shown in RED, British authors in BLUE, American authors in GREEN.
