Man, I love the Fourth of July—even when there are on-and-off showers and then the sun finally comes out and makes it steamy.
It’s OUR day, our US of A day – the day WE took and no one can take from us.
And I’ll be damned if I’m the one who will ever let go of the glory that is this Republic – its founders and the sacrifices made by patriots from that point forward to the present.
I managed to get our big one and all the little American flags out to festoon the yard first thing this morning – while, of course, sneaking that one Marine Corps flag into a pot to keep all the others company. They look snappy as hell.
There is no grander flag on Earth and no finer place to fly it than your own front yard.
We’ve got Dr. Alice coming over for ribs, which Hubby has had smoking away for hours already. I’ve salvaged some peaches and managed to throw a streusel together that looks pretty…
