Memorial Day has come and gone.
When I was a kid, we always went to the cemetery to decorate the graves of my dad's family.
Once in a while we go to decorate Jim's family's graves.
That mostly depends on the weather.
I contend that in the almost 32 years we've been married, 30 of those years it has rained on the day we planned to go visit the cemetery. If we want to go, we wake up on Memorial weekend, and "oh, it's not raining, lets go cut some flowers and go before it starts raining."
It sprinkled on us this year at Broken Bow.
I also contend that anytime we want to have a family picnic at the Farm, we have the same problem. We have to gauge our time spent there by how long we'll have before the rain starts. This year we had from 3 pm to 6. It poured down rain as we were driving home.
Last year, we had the picnic at our house, indoors.
It rained.
I'm not perfectly keeping up to the photo a day.
Sometimes I forget.
This is what I have.
I take these photos because they represent a piece of me.
May 20
My favorite things: cocoa, my oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and a book.
May 21
One of seven in our front yard.
May 22
Because I like these.
May 24
If you look closely this is made by a boy that needs symmetry.
Only two or three colors of bricks don't match, but the sizes do.
May 26
I'm looking after the boys on Fridays.
The dog wasn't my idea.
Family Picnic at The Farm
This little gun is battery powered to make noise. Paislee only hunts reindeer.
Later in the evening, somebody had that gun and Paislee says, "Don't shoot me, I'm not a reindeer!"
