claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
our thought at the end of the eve was gratitude for friends. we ate and were merry.
sprinkler fun and dress up clothes. fresh salads and berry crisps. 6 kinds of meat and cold beer. in all the ways jerry and i are drastically different (think darma and greg…all the time), we met in the middle on this one. i found him in the kitchen sorting toothpicks by color. his reply to my inquiry is that he was thinking of color-coding the meat after it was done…i nearly leapt with enthusiasm at the prospect of making a sign. good times.
the fry daddy received sweet and russet potatoes…and there was a failed attempt at unbattered zuchinni and squash.
we watched the kids and called everyone to the front yard for the annual tie dye chaos. funny how many adults “didn’t hear us call.” what? you don’t want to be in the yard with 17 kids holding squeeze bottles of permanent fabric dye? how could you miss that invitation?
the night grew dark and there was an impressive display of fireworks…only one window broken.
we’re still cleaning up (not because the mess was that big…but because we are slow) and we will wear our new colors of joy to remind us of another year of free living.