It was Sunday afternoon at a local, small town park.  

Our son-in-law, daughter, their children, we, their grandparents, and their great-grandmother.

We included touches on the table setting,  reflecting our patriotism.  We personally expressed our
gratitude to our son-in-law for his service in the United States Coast Guard.

We were happy to have fresh fruit at our table.  It makes any picnic better.

There were moments where the oldest, reached out to the younger ones.

And times where the older ones spent time playing baseball with the younger ones, in the big
open lawn.

They are growing up so quickly.

Three generations on one picnic bench.

 

We watched as another group of friends, created fun and laughter, at the nearby "old watering
hole".

While three young men strolled through the park on horseback.  It all gave a new definition
to the meaning of "the good old summertime."

We walked through the old wooden bridge, on the stone trail behind the picnic area.  The girls and I talked about what poison ivy looked like, and how they might find snakes on the huge piles
of rocks, by the side of the trail.

We observed various forms of transportation and lifestyles at the park, on this hot, sunny afternoon.  What a fun way to celebrate in simple fashion, the Memorial Day weekend.

Thank you for stopping by.