Happy 4th!

Why is it when I say happy 4^th everyone here looks at me and says, “No, not the 4^th, the 14^th”?

I’ll be searching for some sparklers today and plan to run through the sprinkler.  My head is filled with memories: parades, candy, and the Jesse White Tumblers (who you should really check out).

Happy 4^th of July everyone!  I’ll be decorating my bike with streamers and honking its horn all day through the village in celebration.

The 4th of July

My memories of the 4^th of July:

Waking up early in anticipation of the local parade; the whole family at the breakfast table; my father’s lawn chair planted firmly in its space at the side of the road waiting for the parade to begin; clowns throwing candy from floats followed by the deafening roar of the firemen’s sirens; grilling; getting to stay up late and play in yard; burning cattails to keep the mosquitos away; writing my name in with a sparkler in the night air; watching the neighbor’s fireworks; the smell of sulfur; not wanting the day to end.

I cherish these memories more and more with each passing year.  I do enjoy my life in Southern France, but nothing can compare to this summer day.  Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder or its time just emphasizing all the good things that have past, but, I look forward to being there again one day and share my experience and memories.