The Fourth
Rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air. It being a wonderfully warm July night last night, we had all the windows open. Beyond the rhythmic ratchety chirp of a few nearby frogs, we were serenaded by holiday revelers getting a head start, lighting up over an hour’s worth of pyrotechnic battle sounds on the third of July.
Today is a mid-week pause from the day-job, but the ranch chores never take a break. Jackie traveled across Wisconsin to be with her family for the holiday, so Cyndie and I will be tending to all our animals for the day.
I may do some mowing, if it doesn’t rain, and Cyndie is considering canning some black-cap jam. She may even get some help from Elysa and Ande, who messaged an intent to visit.
Other than that, we have no special Independence Day plans.
I’m sure we will have another night of battle sounds echoing throughout the hours surrounding sunset.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Happy 4th of July to all who reside in the US of A!
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I planted a couple of flowers I bought yesterday, trim some tree branches and a nandina by the house, finished up working for the day by weed eating the area between the driveways. I attempted to remove some old fence posts but was only successful in getting 2 of the 3 out of the ground. I still have to take out the trash and fill the bird feeders but otherwise work is done on the 4th.
Happy 4th to you and Cyndie.
Jim Parker (@drjparker)
July 4, 2018 at 12:09 pm
Thank you! Now kick back with a favored beverage and enjoy the day. We are experiencing nature’s fireworks, with passing waves of deluging thunderstorms. The calm between in delicious in contrast.
johnwhays
July 4, 2018 at 12:14 pm