Several great things about the 4th of July: celebrating America (of course that must come first), fabulous food, fantastic friends, watching little eyes light up with amazement, grass, sunshine, lemonade, fireworks, the smell of sulfer and smoke, more food, strawberries, softball, more food… I’m pleased to say that three out of four of us are sporting the after effects of an unusually sunny 4th. I actually smelled like sunscreen by the afternoon, should’ve smelled like it sooner, but WHO needs sunscreen on the 4th in Washington? It was such an anomaly… I was taken completely by surprise. Fortunately, the bear was undercover most the day. The rest of us are nicely crisped.
After a late morning breakfast (heavy on the red and white: strawberries and whip cream in yummy crepes; heavy in general: grilled bacon, french press with heavy cream… we spare no pounds on birthdays!), we trekked down town in a passel of flip-flops and umbrella strollers to watch the annual parade. Its quite the community event, and if you like people watching, it positively *prime*! What is it about a small town event that brings out the kooks? love it. The best part of the parade was watching the kids and hearing their excited shouts.
To the eight children under five who were present with us, the animals were by far the most exciting part. According to our crew, they were all either puppies and horses. Some were…
…Some weren’t! Really, I’d be embarrassed if I looked like that! In typical home-town fashion, you had your logging trucks, your bicycle brigade, your pony club, your mayor (that no one cares a dime about), your school band, and your fire trucks. You also had plenty of candy… and with that I take back my earlier comment about animals being the kid’s favorite part!
Altogether is was successful parade!
The rest of our day consisted of the most American of activities… softball with the kiddo’s and eating good food.
The day ended with our town erupting in whistles and booming fireworks and sparklers that went on well into the midnight hours. I’m sure this morning I will find the residue of last night’s festivities all over our yard as I do every year… the surest sign of a successful 4th. And our house did not burn down. Successful, indeed!