Memorial Day weekend often feels like the official start to summer, but this year it was overcast and cool.
It worked out fine for our plans because the rain held off and we were finally able to mow our overgrown acres and move some more birds out to their new home in the barn.
But before I chatter on further about yard work and weekend activities, I want to acknowledge the true meaning of this special day. Thank you to all those who have sacrificed so much to serve our country. Whether you are in the military yourself or have a loved one who is, know you are valued and appreciated.
And as many of us put flowers on the graves of loved ones, veteran or not, I hope good memories can overpower the sadness.
I think it helps that Memorial Day is often a time of togetherness, when families gather to eat, play, and connect.
From our farm to you, Happy Memorial Day.
I didn’t think I would get to see my side of the family this year, but today about 11:00 I got a call from my dad.
He wondered if it would work to bring me a few things that have been waiting patiently until I had a house big enough.
Two of my sisters and their fiancées were also getting ready to drive back to their homes in the Twin Cities, and it happens that I live between my parents and the city. They would all stop by and help carry as well.
I told my dad for sure, and I hurried to finish morning tasks at the farm and get home to tidy my *ahem* clean house and ready some snacks.
When the 3-car entourage arrived things were in order, and two prancing dogs eagerly greeted their visitors.
Boo is really more of a couch potato though. She found the best seat in the house as JR talked to my dad.
As we moved them Saturday I snapped a few photos with this being my favorite.
If you’re wondering what the big ticket item they brought was…
Believe it or not, my parents have acquired three pianos over the years. There’s the massive, old upright we all learned to play on, and then this little spinet that came from my grandma. They also have one other old upright that was left to them in a round about way by an elderly neighbor.
Neither my mom nor dad really play, so they’ve been talking about giving us girls the pianos practically since we left for college.
This was the lightest of the three, and I’m the first daughter to live close enough and have room to take one.
While it needs tuning and a few keys stick, it felt simply amazing to run my fingers through a few familiar tunes.
I feel blessed indeed to have gotten both a treadmill and piano moved in this year. Plus I’m lucky that the dogs are soothed instead of agitated by the whir of the treadmill and now the music of my black and white keys.