Summer in America…

It’s the simple pleasures that define us…


For me, nothing says Summer like the smell of ripe peaches…


Amateur fireworks in an ordinary neighborhood

And nothing is more American than fireworks on Independence Day…Yes, they’re annoying when they’re exploding at midnight in the yard next door. Yes, they scare the dogs. And yes, I’ve done my share of bitching about them. Love them or hate them they are innately American…

That’s how I spent July 4th; hot dogs blackened to perfection on the grill, homemade peach ice cream and watching neighborhood fireworks displays from the tailgate of the ’54 with my Hubs. Just us…no party this year.

It was Heaven….

I leave for Guam in less than 3 weeks…it’s a bittersweet countdown…


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