Saturday, July 4, 2020

THE DAY AFTER THE FOURTH

Lest the serious nature of yesterday’s post leaves you thinking me morose on The Fourth of July, that was not the case for most of the day.  Once I’d vented, rather than frustration, nostalgia fit my mood to a tee.

You see, one of our neighbors had organized several neighbors, all garbed in R W and B, to participate in a socially distanced walking parade at 9am, hoping to beat the intensity of the heat.  

Much to our surprise, Will and I found a calling card left by the paraders at our front door, letting us know that our friends realized how much our spirits had longed to celebrate by parading with them.  This calling card proved to be a very special balloon, filled not with air but with love of dear friends who live near by ... and once its presence spoke clearly of love to me, I teared up

I hope your Fourth of July was peaceful—as for me, I waxed nostalgic for years past when we’d enjoyed sitting by the side of the road, eagerly awaiting the morning parade, up north in Pinewood where home made floats were happily created by families in their driveways, followed by BBQ at our cabin, after which we’d enjoy the local carnival until darkness fell, when we were seen gathered on blankets spread over the golf course, surrounded by family and friends of all ages, our eyes raised above the tall pines, star gazing, then marveling at the wondrous fireworks’ display lighting the night sky with sparkling tributes to our heartfelt devotion to The USA—filling my head with wonderful memories of bygone days—and as today’s train of thought feels ready for posting—please—wherever you’re quarantining throughout this wide, wide world of ours—be safe, stay well, create reasons for laughter, and treat everyone you meet with heartfelt kindness, every day.  🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🌻Annie



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