there is someting terrifying about a blank blogpost, and im sure it is not uncommon to those who write. 
since it is still memorial day, ill try to summarize and crystalize this thought: mowing the yard is just about as patriotic as you can get. I first want to say thank you, posthumously to those who gave their lives for my ability to mow my yard. I realize they can't hear me anymore, and it may sound like I'm being flippant. But I am not. As I was mowing my yard the other day, I was pondering what it was about Memorial Day weekend the drove my neighbors and myself to make sure that our yard were mowed. As I made the stripes in my yard, I began to realize that it really was for this privilege that many men and women have given their lives. In many countries around the world, there isn't time to mow a yard. There isn't time to worry about whether the flower beds look nice, or if I fertilize before the rain or if I weed whip around the fence line. In many countries around the world there's enough to find the next meal or the next safe place to sleep or the next Doctor that may have some antibiotics for your sick child. But in America oh, by the grace of God and at the expense of Millions of lives, I have the privilege of worrying about mowing my yard. Thank God that I have such a privileged life. Thank you those who are not here anymore for your life.