Forth from the Fourth

[walkingman]

Family, Food, Fireworks, and Friends, old and new. Laughs heard and read. A good fourth it was.


And home...



where all sorts

of paths wind their way through








explosions of color...

and rows of corn grow in tiny gardens...




even the statues play...

swinging around like little boys and girls...




to the sound of wind-made music in the yard...

while the front porch banners yet wave.