As I spent a few hours outside yesterday, here and in a nearby neighborhood of somewhat older homes (my favorite kind), I heard the kids playing and smelled the luscious food cooking on the grills. These took me back to positive memories of my childhood of similar family gatherings, including my favorite foods my mom always brought to picnics. When I got home again, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t thought of C___ you know what for all that time.
What I especially enjoyed was not even remembering the great divisions that torture our country right now. As families celebrate Memorial Day with outdoor picnics and children screaming and running as they play, we are reminded how very much we have in common. May the current divisions not be permanent, O Lord. In the meantime, this photo is what the day produced.