In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
And in New Jersey, instead of poppies we found … fields of amaranth?
Also rows and rows of zinnias and coxcomb, but they weren’t as striking.
We also came across this historical marker as part of Sunday’s 45-mile ride to get me ready for a 385-mile East Coast Greenway adventure. Got to say, the connection to greatness in this case seems pretty weak as these things go. But I googled him anyway … he was born in 1686 and died in 1736. And he had a brother named Abraham to boot. (And a son named Abraham too, but it was John, his first child and whose grave says “Virginia John,” who leads to Honest Abe.)