Poppies

Today is ANZAC Day and I’d usually have debated going to the dawn service in town, decided not to and gone to the local service at Petone railway station at the slightly more civilised hour of 7am. Usually there would have been versions of this story up and down the country with many thousands of people gathering to remember. Today we are in our bubbles and can’t gather so what to do?  Stand at dawn. I might have been the only one in my street (it was dark and I didn’t have my glasses on) but   at 6am I was with thousands of others as I stood on my front verandah with the door open so I could hear the short dawn service on the radio.
I’ve also collected my poppies...

Hand made by (clockwise from the top) weaving friend, my mum and a Wellington artist

And this Poppy was collected from the SPCA 5 years ago today. 

Kia maumahara tātou ki a rātou/We will remember them