Sizzle, July, Sizzle. . .

I know almost every town has a fireworks display, and I used to think it was the best time of the year. I would look forward to it every year, and it never failed to make me a little teary eyed and choked up. Well, it's even better from your front yard, with your son up on the roof taking great shots like this one. The cool, still air and lightning bugs flickering here and there. The day wouldn't be complete without a cookout, and getting a little sunburned picking raspberries. Oh, no, we FORGOT to mow the lawn! It's a summer dream world filled with juicy delights--I might even have forgotten what day it is tomorrow.

Christine

It's a 1990 Dodge Spirit with red velour uphoulstry. . .black cherry exterior. It's the first car I've bought for my son. I wanted something cheap, reliable and safe. Having it be in mint condition, from someone I already knew was even better.
It's been an eventful six months since my last post. We got and exchanged a dog, I got a new grand nephew, school finished and summer school is one week past already. The fourth of July is on the way--probably in ND, where they have real fireworks, not baby sparklers. The weather has been muggy and hot, the garden is ecstatic and TV viewing is summer craptastic. No vacay for us this year, only Christine and getting the license squared away. Probably a great summer, if it doesn't get too dry.