Awaiting the arrival of the mini-hydroplanes, I’m on the porch with Boz. It’s 5:28 a.m. and while I can’t see the little waterborne wasps, I can hear the drone of their approach with increasing intensity. Wrapped in a self-fashioned cocoon of sheets, comforters and pillows, Gracie has commandeered the bed and is honoring the arrival of the Fourth of July by enjoying her freedom to sleep in. Boz and I are early risers and take in the nautical concert from our stoop a mile inland. Minutes later, the fleeting roar of the flotilla dissipates as the hydroplanes head north to circumnavigate the island. Waterfront cabins have been thoroughly shaken, their sleepy-eyed inhabitants roused and the day’s arrival announced. It’s official; the Fourth of July has staked its claim on Vashon Island for the remaining daylight hours and then some. May we enjoy its simple pleasures: friends, food, lawns and gardens, fireworks and flags, remembrances and laughter, and honor the good work of our fellow citizens who make this country and the world a better place.
Happy Fourth of July, my friends. Safe travels and full hearts.
PS- Here’s the All-American dessert I’m making for tonight: Plum Buckle, but no plums yet so I’m using apricots and sour cherries.