It's not yet time to adopt the poppy but we can still honour war dead
All around, the rose bushes are lilting and beginning to fade as darker autumn days arrive and times of summer sunlight recede. The giant trees – built to provide a veneer of protection for the roses around the expansive gardens – are russet brown. Soon the onset of winter will make them spare and spartan.
This week, this place of memory seemed vulnerable, and in a kind of way, desolate.
For these are what are described as our War Memorial Gardens – lost in the Dublin suburb of Islandbridge – and, if the truth be told, a strangely forgotten place, which has never really impacted on Irish life.