We’ll pretend these are amber waves of grain.
And not just a grassy area next to the highway and behind some condos.
And I call this next one- “Violet thinks she sees a spider“
Happy Birthday, America! Love from your neighbors to the north.
(Yes, neighbors. Not neighbours. My iphone may try to autocorrect that anytime I type it, but I refuse to fully assimilate!)
I’ve come a long way from my days of spending the 4th of July buying $10 bottles of tequila at the packie and “walking” downtown to watch fireworks in the middle of the (thankfully closed off) bridge over the Charles River. I mean, what? I never did that. Mom, forget that. It isn’t true.
…Yes it is.
Man, that was a good 4th.