Memorial Day Weekend.

Here in the states we're coming up on the Memorial Day Holiday. Sunday we'll be at an old country cemetery, tending graves of family members. We've actually snookered the next generation into going too. Boo's girls and Crystal's son are regulars and know how the urns should be filled: first a dab of clay from the pit in the back of the graveyard, next toss in the potting soil, then each urn gets a spike, a vine, two geraniums, a foliage plant, and petunias to fill. Then they'll fight over who gets the water at the old red pump (it takes seven pumps to prime) and they'll spill half of it but they'll have fun. And when the graves are tended, we'll walk through the cemetery and see how many of the grands, greats, great-greats, great-great-greats, and great-great-great-greats they'll remember. (See, once you find the beauty of Michigan you seldom leave. The family came here many moons ago and put down big roots.)

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So what's up with YOUR weekend?