It was a chilly, chilly day in upstate New York--chilly enough that a fire felt wonderful and comforting.
Gabby the family dog, checking out the firepit and the freshly mowed grass. Who knew? There might be an old bone to discover?
T and D in the backyard, getting the lawn mowed in readiness for the picnic. With all the rain the northeast has had this spring, the grass is growing fast.
Backyard cookout. It's a Fourth of July tradition.
Evening sky on the Fourth, right before the fireworks started. The trestle is a Federal project to turn an old railroad bridge into a scenic walking trail over the Hudson River.
This is a couple we met at the pond the next day--and the snapping turtle he snagged in his net. Boy was he excited. He lives in New Jersey and was in the area for the weekend.
Reflections in the pond. There were a lot of pussywillows around the edge. I took the opportunity to have a real close look (research purposes, right?)
Oops! This is the frog that my oldest granddaughter accidentally caught with her fishing pole. As you can see, once released he was off and hopping.
Of all the holidays from spring to fall, July the Fourth holds the most traditions for me. And of course, the two most traditional are the family cookout and the fireworks displays. Everything else is the frosting on the cake.