Thursday the 21st
A beautiful day in the neighborhood.
I always enjoy being able to wear some of my warmer tops in the house when the furnace need not run. I know Dennis is comfortable in the patio porch as he runs his own thermostat. I don’t have a problem with that. He deserves to feel comfortable.
Today Dennis’ niece, Jean and her husband Jim, came calling today from Morris. They have the ritual of placing flowers on graves for Memorial Day. For myself and Dennis, we feel the same way: remembering without flowers.
Memorial Day always takes me back to the years at South Branch and the cemetery. As we lived next door to it, our family did the honors of keeping it tidy, as well as weekly cleaning of the church. The cemetery always looked spic and span the week or so prior to the holiday. Often, Kevin would mow and I ran the gas fed weed whip complete with the harness. We did not take on the task of watering live plants. In time it was all we could do to pick up the plastic flowers that the wind carried hither, tither and yon. There was no way that the wire that held them together would be a good thing if the lawnmower got tangled up with one of them. Many memories.
With that I will take my leave. ♥