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Yesterday’s roses came from this bush!
Another annual “show” that is held with all pomp and circumstance on the fourth of July. While the menu and company may vary, the venue remains the same: a deck in our backyard under a leafy canopy of tall maples.
The Fourth of July / Celebrating liberty / For 235 years!
For a Wiki entry on the context, and details of the rest of the text (from the title of this post) of the document commonly known as the Declaration of Independence, click here.
Note on picture: In all gratitude for the freedoms that I enjoy, I proudly fly the U.S. flag from my house for the entire month of July each year.
More pink roses– only these are darker! Happy Fourth, Everyone!
It’s that time of year: the time for mangoes. And even in these great northern climes, we get this most delectable tropical fruit that comes to us all the way from down under, i.e., Mexico.
These are called Champagne mangoes, and they’re identical to the famous Dussehri variety of mangoes in northern India: super sweet, fleshy, with a very thin skin, and a seed almost even thinner!
Life is good when you can find a comfort fruit like this even when you’re tens of thousands of miles away from the land of your birth!
Thanks to my sweet parents and children, a surprise cake that appeared at the stroke of midnight on July 2, 2011 to kick off the celebrations of an eighteen-year anniversary. The red and white cake colors were reminiscent of the red roses and white jasmines on our wedding day. Could life be any sweeter? Another lovely annual show…
A big pink rose bush against a big blue sky! Life is good!
Yet another show that comes and goes each year during the month of July: flying the U.S. flag on my front porch. Why ever not? I’m not making any huge political statement other than commemorating Independence Day marked on the fourth day of July. This is, after all, the country that I have chosen to call home, and it is with great pride that I accepted its citizenship fifteen years ago. Notwithstanding its complicated foreign policies and other questionable whatnots, this is still the only place I’d rather be.
I am proud to be an American, and am privileged to call it home! Happy Fourth, Everyone!
Incidentally, this picture of my front porch (with my dear parents seated on the bench), blue skies above, green grass below, and a house that I own (with a loving husband and two gorgeous children inside!) is my idea of the American Dream. Oh, I do have a white picket fence also, btw!
