Firecracker Baby

There's one Fourth of July that my late mother never forgot.

While people were thinking about firecrackers, barbecues and patriotic parades, she was giving birth to a beautiful, dark-haired baby girl.

That was my sister, Barb, the artist.

This past Fourth of July, like all the ones since she was born, we celebrated.


What a joy to meet annually with friends and family for special occasions.

This year, once again, we had a "lobstah" feast at my niece, Sarah's house, to honor her Mama's birthday.  (I won't say how old she is now.)

Before the lobsters, salads, beans and so on, we also had buttery steamed clams that were too delicious to find words to adequately describe them.

Sarah's hubs is a top notch cook!

I got Barb an assortment of gifts she'd like, such as a watercolor book, piggy bank and framed photo of her favorite flower, iris.

Out of my thrift store "stash,"  I chose a brilliant red bow-of-sorts to compliment the cheerful wrapping paper.

 (Barb knows I'm a thrift store queen.)

The minute it was found, I knew it was going to go on a gift to a very special person.

DO YOU KNOW ANYONE BORN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY?