Love that honeysuckle smell!! Ahh.
Memorial Day in our neighborhood looks like this. An American flag from the center flagpole, flags flying in most yards, and along the entrance the American flag and flags of the branches of the U.S. forces.
The retired Air Force F-100 pilot next door led the way with the plan for the branch flags. (His favorite color is Air force blue.) We live among retired military members from all the different branches of service. The picture above is only one side of the entrance; these are changed out for the birthdays of each branch of service. On special days all the poles are flying the American flags; one such day was when our son visited home on leave from Iraq. Even writing about it brings the tears to my eyes. Happily I report, he came home whole and healthy. We have a few neighbors who served during WWII and all the military wars or conflicts since.
Living in a subdivision honeysuckle is considered a weed and absent, but I miss and love the smell. It is so sweet and clean and reminds me of country living. Memorial Day we went on a nice Harley ride where we both enjoyed that wonderful spring smell!
What do honeysuckle, Memorial Day, and American flags have in common?
It all comes back to that – we are so fortunate to live in a free country. Our freedom has hurt so many – our current generation is paying the price now. I’m glad we are able to honor this generations and all the service members before us.
A Facebook post from cousin on Memorial Day is another personal message: