Somehow life has gotten too busy over the last few weeks to either take or share many pictures. But here are just a couple from my Memorial Day weekend – one of my favourite holidays of the year in the States.
Below is my picture of the ‘flowers’ I tossed over the bridge, as I’ve done every year for as long as I can remember, in honour of those who serve at sea. It was low tide at this time on Memorial Day, so the ‘river’ below was down to the sludge. Ah well. That goes right along with the ‘flowers’ I broke off of a tree in the courtyard of my dormitory. (It’s no different than picking lilacs off of unsuspecting neighbors’ bushes, right mom?) At any rate, the tradition that was instilled in me at the Power Dam Bridge in Mazeppa, MN… (which occurred immediately after the speech and gun salute at the cemetery on the hill, which followed the 3-minute parade on the main street, and immediately before the city-wide potluck at the American Legion, which is then followed by people standing on the street for a couple of hours drinking beer before shuffling off to different evening BBQ’s—I do love Mazeppa)… lives on, even here in Scotland.
And here’s just a fun pic of these little flowers that have popped up everywhere in the last few days—flowers only a day or two old surrounding a rock wall nearly one thousand years old. At what point does ‘old’ become truly relative?
I hope you all had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!
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