ROCKETS ON HIGH
Paul and the two boys could not resist setting off a couple of illicit bottle rockets in the street this evening. Henry, of course, huddled inside, cowed by the cacophony of the local fireworks display in a nearby park. Ah the glorious Fourth! There is nothing quite like fireworks, despite their fleeting nature and the ever ever-present whiff of danger and sulphur. It is a shame we don't have the tradition of fireworks at Christmas or Hannukah. They are festivals of light after all. And it gets dark so blessedly early then too so no hanging around endlessly and keeping the little guys up way past their bedtimes! Although I guess that is all part of the fun, really.