We were fortunate to have thunderstorms blow on through and a brisk wind that followed it out died down enough by dark to light the fireworks. John had saved the Christmas tree for the final salvo. It made a fine conflagration that satisfied any inner pyromania.
That afternoon had been cool with bugs kept at bay by the wind and Ili and I went around the property with the dogs.
Frezz, at 110 pounds, yanked Ili completely off her feet as he made a surprise plunge into a small pond after frogs.
Later, Aidan and Ili went down to Crooked Creek and brought home a box turtle. He was beautiful. The youngsters learned he had to go back to the exact spot where they found him so he would survive. We hope he wasn't too traumatized by his brief capture by aliens. They didn't mean harm.
All-American food happened for the holiday meal. BBQ ribs that Wendy made. Iliana made the potato salad, I sliced up the cabbage for the cole slaw and shucked the corn. Yes, the first of this season's local corn. Makes me VERY happy.
As I drove up and down Allentown Road on Thursday, I learned from a Mennonite lady that the strawberries and rhubarb I wanted for a pie were already over. The blueberries are now in season and were a good substitute.
Today was a trip into the city to go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Very nice. The two cousins are doing a marathon Harry Potter film fest. They finished the third one late this afternoon. I read books.
The neighbors across the street put out a free fooze ball table which Aidan coveted. It is still there so he must not have overcome parental protest.
There is a story that goes along with the flag and telephone pole across the street. Sometime I'll tell about what we have learned about it.
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