I have a family whose roots are generations deep in tradition and overall goofiness.
We are three generations deep with my brothers and I rising to the top of the age graph. (note: My brothers raise higher than I do.) Our kids have their own families now and have created some of the most fun little humans I know. And my favorite part? They all still come together to play on Memorial Weekend.
Rain or shine… we party!
This year at the lake we dealt with rain and very little shine. Okay, there was NO SHINE. But when someone says “it’s picnic time” we all show because a picnic is not about the weather, it’s about the people.
This year our numbers for our Memorial Weekend picnic were lower than normal. This however did not limit stimulating conversation, kids from having fun or cameras from catching some action.
Here are a few moments of us being us…
Starting at the house we go through the gate and down the path to get to the water.
When you reach this sign post you’re half way there…
Water sighting and activity in the most beautiful yard awaits…
To the right is the gazebo full of comfy chairs and usually the older folks…
Some years the canopies are needed for shade… but this year it’s being used as a giant umbrella.
This is Ginger… she lives at the lake and is a great swimmer. Here she is watching over Charlie teaching Benji and Snickers to surf, but I think she’s a little worried about her pal Pearl…
The kids have decided this would be a good day for Pearl to learn to swim. After all, she’s already wet from the rain. I’m not sure whose idea it was to put a life jacket on her but sweet Pearl wasn’t too comfortable.
Woo, Jess and Noah worked hard to coax Pearl into the water. Woo chose taco chips to entice but alas…this was as far as Pearl was willing to go.
Woo then moved on to taking the fish she caught (his name is Joe) for a walk.
Joe quickly became family. I even got to hold him for a few seconds. Lucky me. Poor Joe.
Red and Buttercup are the only people I know who would host a family event in the middle of a major remodel.
Setting up for another round of eats…
A little cousin love for Noah while Woo walks by with Joe in his bucket.
Not sure what’s going on here but may be some kind of ceremonial salute to a great day with family… or possibly pointing out Bob the cat up in the open rafters.
The worst part of a rainy, cold Memorial Day picnic?
Knowing we’ll have to wait a whole year to do it again.