On Memorial Day, I think about my grandfather. He had 8 siblings, grew up on a farm and walked to school without shoes. He fought in WW2 and had a near death experience. If he hadn’t survived, I wouldn’t exist today. He was always my hero, and not only because of what happened to him. It was because he was my father, he taught me how to plant a garden, and taught me many more wonderful things. My grandmother was good to me too. I’d say the best thing about both of them was their down-to-earth sense of humor.
On Sunday, hubby and I did some yard work. I found a baby turtle and admired my beautiful flowers.
On Monday, we went to Cape May for the day. I picked up some New Jersey strawberries. We walked on the nature trails, relaxed on the beach, played mini golf, and had a bite to eat at a cool beachy place. I had an acai bowl and tried coconut water with pineapple. I know a spot where pink raspberry flowers grow. They are so pretty and smell like roses. It was a bit chilly but we had a great time anyway!!!