What a dreary Memorial Day weekend. I guess maybe that will make us treat it more like a “Memorial” day and less like a “Who Wants to Have a BBQ” Day. Not that there’s anything wrong with the 2nd option.
I’m just glad I strong-armed my dad into doing the cemetery planting last weekend. It’s been raining all week, so the flowers have been watered constantly. Also, it meant we didn’t need to have to get all wet and stuff. You know, cause rain makes me melt.
Saturday, when we were out there, maybe 10% of the normal planting looked done. I was surprised at how many graves were not done yet, but then again, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday we’d had overnight temps in the 30s and frost warnings. I think people may have been afraid to invest in plants only to have them die and need replanting.
One thing I’m aware of is that since starting to do my genealogy, I want to map out where all my ancestors are buried (in the local cemeteries). I know the Burchstead and MacDonald families are in Evergreen (which, by the way, is where I want to be buried if anyone was looking to buy me a cemetery plot for Christmas), I just don’t remember where they all are. Our family was a little light in the cash department in the 20th century, and if I recall correctly from when my grandmother was still alive, her parents’ grave may not be marked. I know my aunt will be reading this and she can set me straight, and maybe she can even help me find them all.