Forget words. I’m phoning it in today (a little trick I learned from my oldest son) and posting some pictures.
These are from Memorial Day, which never felt like an actual holiday until we started going to a parade in a little island town near an air force base.
In my town, when you go to a parade you wake up at 5AM to rope off a place for chairs, go home to sleep for an hour, then drive to the parade two hours ahead of time because otherwise you might as well park in Canada and walk down.
In this little town, you wander over to the parade 15 minutes after it’s supposed to start and you sit down wherever you like and you comment on the copious amount of elbow room. It’s a thing of beauty.
As is this quilted Beetle.
What is there not to love about a town that honors their Leos along with their veterans?
We were proud to have a Leo in our own party.
(He’s the one with a bag on his head.)
Enough with the funny! Here’s the pretty.
(Okay, so the last one’s kind of funny. Though Grammy didn’t know why I kept laughing at this jacket she pulled out of the closet at the cabin, circa 1982.)
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Crisped brown rice with steak and eggs
Sugar snap peas