Last night sitting around in the back yard as the light faded on the longest day. We were finishing off the popcorn cooked in a nifty device over the fire pit. Yum, smokey flavour! The conversation turned to the 4th July; fireworks, the menu for the picnic and what the youngsters would be doing. It had been one of the warmest days in Seattle this year. Ah, summer has come at last. Earlier I’d had a nap in the hammock under the trees, recovering from hiking up too many too steep hills in Seattle, while carrying my luggage. I was returning from Bainbridge with nothing much to report. That’s apart from coming up close to a Bald Eagle while touring the island earlier in the day. This is America, Independence Day approaches, it’s a huge family event.
What about a light-up Mum? I was thinking we could do a light-up in the evening of the 4th. You can see the young woman of the family demonstrating her skills in dancing with fire filmed by her dad titled Burning Daughter on You Tube. She is an adept.
Many thanks to this family for hosting me these last couple of days. So much talent and inspired action (I’m thinking of the son of the family) under one roof!