Grandparent's gravesite

The cooler temps and gentle winds have allowed the flowers at the cemetery to look their best.  When I drove past the legion hall in town I saw the veterans in their uniforms getting ready to visit the various cemeteries in the area to conduct ceremonies.  

Whip and I jumped into Jormungandr to go yellow rocket picking in the farthest hay field.  Strangely, none of the other fields seems to have an issue w/ it - only that back field.  Yellow rocket grows tall and has small butter yellow flowers.  Makes it easy to tell the difference between it and the deeper yellow dandelions.  I can't seem to eradicate  yellow rocket but at least I can keep it in check.    As I walked pulling little clumps of plants I heard low grunting noises coming from the direction of the swamp.  I couldn't see what was making them.  I checked that Whip was running around and didn't seem concerned.  My imagination went a little wild.  Watching that dinosaur movie last night probably didn't help.