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.