Guess it's official-
The end of another summer.
Fireworks always seem to evoke memories-
sitting on the damp grass as a child, fingers in both ears
and eyes scrunched tight...
Cuddling my own boys, with my hands over their ears- listening
to assorted oohs and ahhs- watching their faces more than the fireworks.
My favorite fireworks are at Blossum - where we can sit on the lawn,
sipping wine- letting the sounds of Tshaikovsky's 1812 Overture wash through us while the lights explode in the sky.... The church bells chime, the cannons boom- Napoleon is pushed back and we experience it all over again...
Hope if we've learned anything this past year- it is to appreciate and treasure these moments
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