As American as Baseball, Apple Pie and Chevrolet...

It's been an unusually cool summer here.  And between the beautiful noise emanating from the birds' tiny condos nestled  in the majestic maple tree outside my window, and the playful swaying of the tree and rustling of its leaves, I surmise  heaven can't be too far away.

And then, there's the food.  The day wouldn't be complete without the all-American  hot dog (made with 10% natural  ingredients and 90% what-you-don't-know-can't-hurt-you). 
Homemade apple pie (this one is an adaptation of Susan Spungen's Caramel Apple Tart,  easily found on the interwebz). 

Then, the guys are taking me out to the ball game :) Which will be  followed by  fireworks. And that, in a nutshell, is how we're celebrating Independence Day. Party animals that we are.

But, more importantly,  we remember and  honor our heroes. And we pray for our service men and women and their families. May God bless them. And may God bless America!

May this day be as spectacular for you  as the sparkliest  fireworks. Or Purry Mason's eyes.

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