I'll say at the outset that the Fourth of July is my least favorite holiday. Even at the lake where it is cooler and there are diversions, it turns into the loudest noise-fest of the year with too many boats, too many loud parties and way too many home-grown fireworks, versus those nice organized ones.
This year more than any, I am longing for independence and revolution.
I did a little playing around in the sketch book before he arrived. Who knows -- maybe it will manifest into next year's Christmas card!
That said, we are safely isolated in the cottage, neighbors more than six feet away and two out of three really good neighbors, including the one two doors down that brought us gorgeous strawberries and took out the rest of the weeds on the beach with his tractor!
Rick arrived after a horrendous two-day bike ride from Lansing to the lake in 90-plus degree weather. I met him halfway with a picnic, after which he sprawled on the picnic bench at the campground to rest before pitching his tent.
It was tough saying goodbye and leaving him there, Covid hair and all (which to be honest, I really like and I hope he doesn't want it cut too much.)
I was very happy to see him wheel in on Friday night!
He was ready for snacks...
....and a good dinner!
While he took a nap I did a little reading and spotted this wonderful bird which Rick told me was a flicker.
There were two of them at least. This one was high-up but so pretty. And very chatty.
Then came the fireworks. We were one of the few counties or areas to have them here in Mchigan because they shoot them off over the lake. The boats gathered early on and the lake parties started. (Fortunately the good neighbors on one side have a fun group but not obnoxious!)
They weren't bad this year but you know, after awhile they got boring.
I remember when they were the most exciting thing in the world. Now I think mostly about the cat quivering in the linen cabinet. I wonder what the flickers thought of it.
Ah well. The third went out with a bang. Today is the fourth -- I suspect Lizzie will be back in the cupboard tonight.
Ah well. I'm a fortunate woman. I'm here at the lake. I can isolate easily. Rick made it safely. We have food in the fridge for two weeks. And hopefully most of the crazy people with their own fireworks will go home tomorrow afternoon, the lake will be calm and quiet again. There is much for which to be thankful.
Things are looking up!
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