The bombs bursting in air . . .

. . . reminded us once again of our freedom, something we take for granted. For me, a jewelry artist, the fireworks display we attended reminded me of something additional. I saw glittery gold pieces falling from the sky. And rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds. I SO love the bling! I never get tired of the fireworks -- does anyone?

Earlier in the day the spousal unit and I went to the local farmer's market to score more of Harry's delicious hydroponically grown tomatoes; it's too early here for the REAL ones. Still, Harry's tomatoes actually TASTE like tomatoes, a real luxury for us.

And since we're on the subject of produce, here's an update to my efforts back in April to start plants from seed. Basil . . .


. . . and lettuce . . .
growing in boxes attached to the back porch railings. Our very first cucumber of the season . . .

. . . growing on neighbor Amy's side of the fence. Can anyone tell me why they're ALL growing on that side? Pretty purple posies . . .

. . . Morning Glories. And don't forget the green bean teepee . . .

. . . where Moon Flowers have yet to bloom. And last but not least, our first hopeful tomato.

The finale feast of the fourth of July weekend? Chicken marinated in Italian dressing and grilled on our wonderful new grill (thanks again, Heather!). Sliced onto a bed of our fresh lettuce and basil with mozzarella in balsamic vinaigrette and accompanied by grill-toasted bread from Avanti's. Yum!

And finally, time to relax in front of the TV with the spousal unit and my BFFFF before bedtime.