The 11th hour

 

Today is Veteran's Day, originally called Armistice Day. WWI came to an end on November 11, 1918. The cease fire took place 5 hours later on “the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. 

Canadian military surgeon Lt. Col. John McRae wrote a poem about the sight of the brilliant flowers growing on a bloody battlefield, and the poppy became the symbol of remembrance.  

I woke up late (for me.) There didn't seem to me much reason to get out of bed so I lolled around for another hour. Another sopping wet morning with incoming warmish Pineapple Express rain. That will raise the freezing level to 9,000 feet in the mountains and melt most of the snow, for now. Sorry, skiers.