It's generally accepted, I think, that peonies bloom by Memorial Day. Not our peonies. On the upside, these dark purple irises are blooming like the dickens.We've got lots happening this weekend. Since we're smack in the middle of Lake country, the city folks are swarming all over the place. Bringing their boats and kids, friends, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc.
The weather is sublime. This morning, after watering all the gardens, I'm going to head to the nursery for some annuals to plant. Marigolds, for sure, but I'll decide on the other varieties after I see what's available and healthy looking.
Sunday we're sharing in a barbecue picnic with neighbors. It'll be fun. I'm bringing a new potato salad recipe. Got it from one of my Squidoo friends. If it's as food as is looks I'll post the link.
But I'm not forgetting the reason for the weekend, either. I'll be thinking of all the servicemen and women who have sacrificed their lives for our country. I'll be thinking of our parents, brother and friends who are no longer with us.
Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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