Memorial Day is supposed to be about war veterans. However, it is the weather, once again, that has my attention. Bluster, just plain prairie bluster is what we have here.
Woke to rain showers. Overcast skies backdrop the weather goddess shaking out her rugs and dust mops. Tree limbs seem to miss the beat as they dance continuously. The lilacs refuse to open their blossoms, but ripple constantly in the gusts.
Our small town will have no Observance today — no vets left in town.
And we will put our ribs in the oven rather than on the grill where they'd drown in the rain before they were properly charred. Cold slaw is shredded and ready for the dressing.
In the meantime, it's book reading and sudoku solving for us. Kindle is in full flower. We ordered three or four books each to fill our quiet hours.
Hopefully, your celebration is more energetic than our own.