Memorial Day and Cottonwood fluff floating like snow through the air weaving a little Christmas spirit into the start of the Summer Memorial Day memories. It’s a day built for the memories of those who have died defending our country and in time and with the reverie induced spell of those floating seeds of trees to come we remember and decorate all the family graves and memories with visits to their beloved memory.
Dad on the ladder, greasing up the drainpipes fiendishly guerrilla fighting the raccoons so that they’ll just slip right off the house like a cartoon.
Dad, on an Aircraft Carrier called the “Guam” in the South Pacific getting ready for a major battle the likes of Midway… when all of the sudden a both the Americans and the Japanese ran before the hand of God when he stirs up a Tropical Hurricane the likes of which neither combatant had ever seen… such fury.
“Dad, on an Aircraft Carrier called the “Guam” in the South Pacific getting ready for a major battle the likes of Midway… when all of the sudden a both the Americans and the Japanese ran before the hand of God when he stirs up a Tropical Hurricane the likes of which neither combatant had ever seen… such fury.”
…I love that last part, like a parent losing their patience and yelling for their children to “STOP fighting!”