Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Norm!

There goes my baby. He knew how to rock and roll. He drove me crazy…

Ad Astra, Normie Norm

I ❤ you, Norm

I do

Still

Always

💜😢💋

Sigh

She’s come hither

Come to stay

Until the Time

She’s gone again

Darling hush

Grasps the land

Fresh, crisp

Pure, clean

Sparkling white

Stardust dream

Rhapsody

Blows my mind

When you call

My name

❄

Hush

No doubt about it, cats and kittens, the Hush of winter is now upon us. I am as crazy in Love with everything about this tune as I am about winter that it blows my mind!

Time for some shades of the deepest, Deep Purpley, purple on this wintery night.

Whoa… Dig it… Just. Dig. It. Hush, baby. Hush.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between 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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields

~ Major John McCrae, 1915, Boezinge

WWI • Canada • Casualties • War • War • War