July 3

I am sitting here this evening listening to the fireworks popping both near and far. I can hear a distant rumble of thunder and light rain hitting the window. The fireworks have been shot off consistently for the past three nights, not so many tonight I guess because of the rain. Tomorrow is the fourth; our country’s celebration where families will gather and communities will come together to celebrate. I am guessing that there will be a lot of hot dogs and hamburgers cooked on grills, I can already smell the aroma of a cookout and taste that home cooked burger hot of the grill. I can also feel the juice from a watermelon running down and dripping of my elbow, it is so sweet this time of year. And you have to make homemade ice cream; the fourth wouldn’t be the same without it. There is just something about the sound of the ice cream freezer churning and the anticipation of it being ready to eat. Kids running and playing, the smell of fireworks and a thick cloud of smoke will fill the air. The sky will be a light show in every direction, different colors, shapes and sizes; it will sound as like a war zone for several hours. Some will shoot off the really big expensive fireworks and others will settle for a smaller show with a little less bang for a little less buck. The morning after will show the signs of the festivities; all the bits and pieces will have to be cleaned up. Happy birthday America.