. . . 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 . . .
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. . . and lettuce . . .
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growing in boxes attached to the back porch railings. Our very first cucumber of the season . . .
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. . . growing on neighbor Amy's side of the fence. Can anyone tell me why they're ALL growing on that side? Pretty purple posies . . .
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. . . Morning Glories. And don't forget the green bean teepee . . .
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. . . where Moon Flowers have yet to bloom. And last but not least, our first hopeful tomato.
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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!
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And finally, time to relax in front of the TV with the spousal unit and my BFFFF before bedtime.
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