Just to be different, we set off fireworks on the 5th last week–something to do with pure laziness, if I remember correctly. Ah, it sparked nice memories of spending the 4th at my dad’s lake house last year. Below is a shot of fireworks reflected on the lake water I never got around to posting a year ago. Yay, freedom!
Ooooooo Ahhhhhhhh….. pretttttty! :c)
Pretty! When I was in high school I took an English course called “The Literature of Love and Loneliness” and one of the poems the teacher had us read had a line that read something like, “I’ll love you on the 4th of July and I’ll love you on the 5th of July too.” When ever I see “the 5th of July” (or even *on* the 5th of July) I remember that poem.
Thank you, and Donna.. I’ll have to find that poem and send it to my cousin. Her birthday is on the 5th of July.