Many different ways to celebrate. Here’s some family Fourths:
*When I was a kid, making homemade ice cream with Grandpa Fred. He had a crank freezer with a wooden bucket. Ice cream never tasted so good.
*As a girl on Mayfield Court in Napa we’d play in the cul de sac with sparklers, and “snakes”, little black pellets you light and they’d twirl every which way, expanding magically. The black spots in the gutter would stay for months.
*June Gloom generally extends well into July at the beach in Southern California. In ’96 in a rental house there we shivered at the beach for a bit, then had a bbq on the walk street where we lived. The dog ate a big corner out of the lasagna I made.
* Living in Switzerland I planned a big party, with bbq hamburgers and everything. I had no idea there was an important soccer match on that evening. Highlight of the party, apparently, was my (tiny) tv room. Creative guests stood outside and watched the match through the window.
*Last year in Telluride. Super sweet old-timey parade. Kids, dogs, bicycles, and jet planes flying above. Linda and I went to the fireworks. Wowza. Fabulous.
No fireworks this year. Canceled all over Colorado, due to fire danger.
But I’ve got blueberry crisp in the oven.
Fireworks for blueberry crisp, I’m thinking that’s less than a fair trade.
Off to the parade.