What a gift it is to have this happy rythm of a family barbecue on the fourth of July each year. Caleb made ribs again because they were just so good last year, and Jay smoked salmon and grilled corn.
It smelled like home to have hickory smoke filling the back yard again.
Folks sat in the shade of the eaves in front of the porta-cool fan; brave ones ventured out to play some frisbee or splash in the slip'n'slide.
My herbs are sure happy these days with watering and lots of sunshine.
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Then a truck-drive to the lake for fireworks. Lovely ones this year.