The boys and I went to the cemetery this afternoon. We walked around and read headstones for about half an hour. If they hadn't been there I probably could have let emotions have free rein and thought a lot longer about wars and US history. Instead I tried to impress on them the respectful nature of the day. They were at least able to parrot the correct information so I guess that's something.
I planted a geranium from Mother's Day and a green thing I bought with Mom. Feeling dumb that I don't know what it's called. I planted it under Brandon's window because it's supposed to like shade. Seth finished up the front grass and Brandon is mowing the back. He wasn't very happy about having to do it.
I'm feeling... comtemplative. I don't know why exactly... just a little quiet in my spirit. I've read two great books since my visit to the library. Wildflowers by Robin Jones Gunn and Sophie's Heart by Lori Wick. That could have something to do with my speculative mood... just thinking about the messages of the authors.
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