Sparklers

Last night we gave each of the three grandkids a package of sparklers to ignite for the 4th of July. There were six small stems enclosed in a box that could have held 24.

 Did we used to get 24? 12? when I was young or is my memory clouded by the years? I seem to remember the glow being brighter or colored or lasting longer. 

The thread that was still true was the look of delight and wonder on their faces. It still was magical to have a silver stick turn into a fairy wand. 

A campfire with marshmellows being roasted glued smiles into place. And a summer night was light until past bedtime. 

 It doesn't get much better than that.

Reflections on the 4th

Before the arrival of the 4th, Russ and I got into a discussion on why we celebrate the 4th of July. What we ended up remembering was the great sacrifice that was made by the colonists to be free from England. And just looking at that battle, we realize that it was all about freedom from tyrnny. Now I am not going to tackle any type of political commentary here on the blog. That is not my objection. I just want to say that deep inside every human heart is the desire to be free and all people struggle against bondage. So wherever you rage battle against injustice, labor on. You are in good company with those that have gone before.

New Grandbaby

I'll be brief. Life has been flying by for us with vacation in early June, my father's funeral the following week, and the birth of our new granddaughter, Trinity Marie, on the 26th. I plan to write about some of the things that have been happening, but there's not been the time or the energy to give to it. Now it's July and I'm off for four days. I'm hoping to get in some writing time.