Happy Fourth!

Independence Day dawned cool and sunny here in the rolling hills of Central New York. The Today Show had some cute vignettes on the Revolution (which many of my folks took part in, I'm proud to say). There is no parade in Brookfield today, regretfully, so we decided to stay home on the Farm - the best place - and do our own celebrating. Matt bought a package of Nova lox, cream cheese, bagels (not NJ bagels, but a close second) Bermuda onion and tomatoes, and asked me to make him breakfast. Omigosh, what a Blast from the Past. I don't know if my Swedish fishy genes kicked in, or my Jewish Experience, but I was in heaven for the ten minutes I took to eat that crunchy, creamy, lox bagel ensemble. Hannah and Luke were still asleep, so there was no eewww, yuck! What a way to start a holiday. Hopefully, my neighbors down the road who are really into fireworks will crank up a show tonight. Last year, I was out in the field when I saw an amazing display of rockets coming up out of the woods. It just went on and on, so I sat down in a chair and watched with the critters gathered around. What a show! Here in the way-back-yonder. Luke woke up this morning and started playing with his kitty/toy bag. Such impossible cuteness, I just can't describe. So I will try to catch it in a photograph.