We had the lovely peaceful evening in the backyard that we'd planned. We had hotdogs slaw, Bush beans, and those tasty sunflower oil chips on the new picnic table, with its small citronella candles fluttering like captured moths in the middle. We chatted a little bit as we enjoyed the mild temperatures and the light breeze. Dragonflies flew past in the deepening twilight. Fireflies twinkled from the forest's edge.
Then Tom and I opened a pack of small fireworks and prepared the fuses. This year Tom had me do the honors of lighting off one after another - scooting to safety as each fuse sparkled and hissed its intention. (Those looong distance lighters are NICE for this!). We oohed and aahed at the good ones, chuckled at the fireflies vain efforts to keep up with the sparkliest ones, and sighed for the two that didn't quite want to work right. I'd stockpiled three packs so we had plenty of time to enjoy the experience.
Couldn't have asked for it to go better. Last evening will be a memory worth keeping.
Thank you, God, for blessing it!