Before we went to the lake for the 4th of July, we drove over to a fireworks stand near Luxora to buy a sackful of Roman candles, bottle rockets, stink bombs, and Black Cats. We carried them with us like luggage, as though we couldn’t buy sparklers in Mountain Home.
How the whole bag didn’t combust when we stopped for butterscotch malts in Lake City was a great mystery to me. In the time it took the Tastee Freeze waitress to whip up our orders and slide them through the window, Momma’s car morphed into an oven. We could have baked chocolate chip cookies on the dashboard, if we’d better planned.
We shot our fireworks from the dock, which was a three for one deal—the initial explosion, the echo through the cove, the reflection over the water. Sometimes we watched the official fireworks show at one of the marinas, but truth be told, our own private party was perfect.
The fireworks have already begun around our home. Last night, kabooms resonated from the mountains as though they came three houses down. Luckily, the dogs ignored the noise.
This morning, I look for fireworks in the garden. Explosions of color from nature.
Another Independence Day is almost here. Maybe I’ll eat pie and ice cream, twirl a sparkler or three.
Wishing you a safe and happy 4th of July filled with all the good things.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
The Band Perry, Gentle on My Mind
You do have a lot of “fireworks” in you own back yard. Beautiful.
Missing the lake this Fourth. ??❤️??
Me too!
Shooting stuff off a dock is fun.
Yes it is!
Happy Fourth!
You too!
My first
My first lake fireworks show in Arkansas didn’t disappoint! I have finally finished your Gracie Lee book (taking so long as I only allowed myself the luxury of listening on audible when I walked the dogs and the heat kept those walks to 20 minutes). Loved it and anxious for your next book! Julie
Thank you so much Julie! I hope you’ll do a review on Amazon! I’m glad you enjoyed a fireworks show. Lake fireworks are the best!
One of our 4th of July traditions was homemade ice cream. I’ve spent hours watching my dad turn the crank. No electricity needed! Thank you for bringing such sweet memories back to mind!
Most of my July 4th celebrations that I remember really well were spent with our dear neighbors who lived across the street. What a group we made. We were noisy and nobody cared. We would sit out under our carports and cook our ribs in the BBQ grills. At some point we would surrender and take a nap before rejoining the group and finally eat those ribs. The best ever cooked ! That group of 7 people had more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Old friends are the best friends.
Yay for old and new friends!