My mother-in-law worked in the school system and always said that once 4th of July is over, summer goes by at top speed.
June draws out its bit of summer and arranges each moment in slow succession and for utmost enjoyment. July picks up momentum and by the time August gallops on the scene entire days are tossed in a compression chamber and emerge on Labor Day as a sun-and-heat-weary blur.
If the drought continues in my neck of the woods, it's possible that July and August won't go by fast enough.
But still.
This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
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| Flowers in the ditches are oblivious to drought | | |
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| Hay made while the sun shines |
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| Patriotic in-laws |
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| Patriotic kids |
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| More patriotic kids |
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| Patriotic doll. |
My husband wore an orange shirt for fireworks and thus is banned from the album of the 4th.
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| We usually sit here for fireworks. It was closed off and firetrucks surrounded it |
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| The Road Runner showed up |
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| My favorite: the bursts that turned into fireflies. Although they look more like aggressive constellations here |
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| What happens when an inexperienced photographer changes the settings on her camera |
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| My July baby waiting for his already damaged cake to burst in air. |
May your summer 2012 be worth the remembering.
