Tis a lovely day here in the Adirondacks, they mowed lawns today and the fresh cut grass makes me sentimental for home. I love the smell of fresh mowed grass mixing with the tangy sent of the salty air. I grew up in times of troubles. We were not but poor tenant farmers, church mice had more than us at times, but my parents Emma and Cathal were very progressive. My Da encouraged my mam to explore things out of what was acceptable of women. I also grew up during times of 2 huge wars. Even though we were Irish, my brothers served the Royal Military as we were British subjects. My brother Seamus never made it back, I remember the day my Mam got the letter, She came to my house screaming she was so afraid to open the letter, and it was as she thought the news she least wanted to hear. I bring this up today as many men and woman from many countries are not returning from war and I too understand their pain. I lost friends to the troubles, a brother to the big war and a grandson to the wars going on now. So this old woman ask a favor, next time you see a soldier coming home thank them. for none of us would be able to do what we do with out them