“The
British are coming! The British are coming!” At least it sounds
like it. Rockets blasting, shots cracking in the dark. I'm sure the
dogs shake with fear and run away to hide. I'm trying to sleep.
The approaching holiday and celebration starts early in our
neighborhood and lingers for a week. The noise of firecrackers and
rockets sound loud and clear in the still night air, especially when
the windows are open on these warm evenings.
Why do
neighbors set off fireworks at eleven o'clock in the night? Maybe
that was the time Paul Revere mounted his horse and shouted his
warning. If you really want to know, I challenge you to Google search
Mr. Revere. If you are a history lover, you will find the events very
interesting. For me, it's been a long time since junior high history
class.
I wish
you a great summer doing what you love to do. I'll be on my knees in
the garden; or standing in front of my easel; or writing more short
stories. Probably all three!
God
bless you, God bless America! Enjoy the Fourth!
Juanita
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