My favorite time to go to the cemetery is few days after Memorial Day. There are no people but lots of fresh flowers and flags. My Mom and I took the girls to visit my sisters' and Grandparents' graves.
We had had a talk about respect and how to behave at a cemetery. True to Idaho's form it was windy. Which equated to lots of flower pots getting knocked over. The girls felt the right thing to do was to put them back up. (Which was cute. But it was also cute to watch them put one up, run to put up the next one as the wind was blowing over the ones they'd just straightened. Oh Idaho wind, we sure don't miss it!)
At Vicky's grave
At Erin and Marsha's graves