Fourth of July…on the Eighth of July

As a blogger, I’m not exactly timely. I get my ideas in a timely time, but getting the technical bits together take me awhile.  So, here is my not very timely Fourth of July post. 

Our church always has a Fourth of July picnic.  This year as the 4th fell on a Sunday, we had the picnic after church.  It was held at the home of one our members…a very beautiful home and grounds.  They smoked a pig and a brisket…delicious! 

Here are tables set up on the deck

A view from the yard.  After eating we sang patriotic songs and then Pastor gave us a Patriotic challenge

Pastor Musgrave and some of the Anderson brothers accompanied our singing on their brass instruments

Lloyd leading the singing and Steve on the keyboard

Brother Scott and Steve Goedecke-always time to kick back

Mom and Dad joined us for our picnic

Wally and me

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.

~Erma Bombeck

Wally and I spent our weekend working in the yard.  Since we were gone for two weeks in the spring, there was a lot of clearing and weeding we had not done.  It was a lot of work, but its the kind that you enjoy and that makes you feel very tired but very good when you are done.

Part of the finished product…There were a lot of overgrown flag iris along this fence.  The daylily was not even visible.  So we took out a lot of the iris (more needs to come out yet)  and we brought in some dirt to fill in the uneven ground.  Then we topped it off with bark.  It looks very nice.

This may not be picturesque, but it looks great to me.  This area had been overtaken by grass.  I finally got it all out.

Just a pretty clematis and kitty

We did work hard but we also rested.  We sat in the swing and finally got the hammock hung up and enjoyed that too.

 

 

 

 

 

Our self portrait on the swing, except you couldn’t see us in the swing.  Not too bad though, huh?

A real swinger!