The flag is wet...

...so is the grass. We are so fortunate in Ohio to always have the possibility of its 'raining on our parade'.  I talked to my brother in Arizona last night and he won't be camping this weekend for a worse reason than rain. The risk of fires. Wildfires. Where we camp here, a campfire is an expected ingredient in the experience, whether it is for cooking, or pretending to cook, by making s'mores. There is something healing and mesmerizing about a fire.  The watching of the fire licks and swirls, the unpredictable "snaps" and "crackles". In water, the sound of the waves, rolling and crashing, hypnotize and suck us in. Water on the roof (yeah) or filling the basement (yuck). A choice between rain and fire, (I've had both), I'll take rain. And, a plateful of gratitude.

"When peace like a river, attendeth my way.

When sorrows like a sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,

It is well, it is well, with my soul."

(Horatio Spafford)

~.~.~.~.~

Wishing all of you a safe and thoughtful Liberty Day with this generic scene from somewhere up in Maine.

And, a reminder from our mutual friend, Dr. Seuss......

As ever,

La Verne

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