Through dancing poppies stole
a breeze most solfly lulling to my soul
~John KeatsThe beautiful embroidered runner is a gift from my mother.
I set the table with my two sets of red china:
(Royal Albert's Lady Hamilton)
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do.
With pretty yellow sunflowers and poppies as the theme, what else could I serve at this little tea party then lemon poppy seed scones?
Lastly, I placed my one Sadler teapot on the table:
Poppies have also been the flower of death, life, and remembrance since World War I and the poem, "In Flanders Fields" by Canadian officer Col. John McCrae: "In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row..."
The sunflower raises its head
as spots of sunshine fall
on mouths eager to be fed,
But golden beauty pales
next to wild fields of red,
where man's travails
upon the flowers' bed.
Yet blooms once crushed
shyly awakening brushed
with morning dew,
And on that solemn note, I am joining these tea parties this week:
Bernideen's Friends Sharing Tea
Rose Chintz Cottage's Tuesday