We Dudleys have an annual tradition of holding a snowball fight on Memorial Day. Snow balls? In this weather? Why yes! We have several Snowball Bushes growing on the back of Mom's kitchen. By Memorial Day the flowers have passed their prime and are starting to die. This makes them excellent for throwing as all the little flowers fall off their clump in a cascading type manner. Mom stays out of the battle but always captures it with the greatest of shots.
Greg is typically the beast of the family, and was definintely the bloke to gang up on during our battle. However, he always returned each blow with twice as much ammunition!
War face!
Faye couldn't figure out how to throw the flowers at somebody, but we would collectively count to three and throw flowers in the air with her. She thought it was a hoot.
Alan decided to be passive and not get on Greg's target list. However, we made sure he didn't walk away without a few flowers in his shirt.
After our snowball fight we journeyed to the cemetery to have a picnic with Dino. It was the perfect day for a picnic, and I'm sure Dino enjoyed the company.
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