Oh beautiful for fireworks?

The husband is working tonight, which is just as well, as he has a slight touch of PTSD which makes fireworks a tad problematic for him. He doesn't scream, "INCOMING!" and dive for cover, but it does make him rather tense and he tends to twitch, just a little, every now and then. Since the meadow across the street is filled with groups of our neighbors, setting off what seems to be every bottle rocket and roman candle in the county, he might have found this evening a bit trying. (There's so much smoke over there, it looks like fog.)

I'm impressed that the girls haven't woken up. I guess my wear-them-out routine today worked well.

Kira wrote today about her favorite verse of America the Beautiful. For me, it's a couple of lines from the fourth verse of the Star Spangled Banner that I always think of at this time of the year. "Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!"

I've told the story before, so I won't repeat it here. Follow the link if you want to read it. I'll have to send a copy of it off to my brother. I want him to know how much I appreciate what he is doing.

The fireworks have finally ended. Peace reigns over the neighborhood. Thank goodness. They went on for almost two hours. That's a lot of fireworks! And way too many of them were aimed over our roof, which was making me nervous.

Oops. Never mind. There they go again.