So we had our lawn fireworks, including some imports from around Gettysburg, PA, that are a bit bigger than those sold from a trailer in town. Miss E has her favorite: Hawaiian Rainbow. They stopped stocking it a few years back and we bought all they had. We have one left now. The Dude and I like a tiny one called the Hen. It's a chicken and you light a fuse in her butt. She sort of spits out sparks that are supposed to be an egg for all of 5 seconds and then whistles. We think it's funny. Miss E dislikes the whistle. Jade Flower, Silver Orchid, all just sparks. Purple Rain has more of a crackle, but is quite pretty in the dying light. Smoke bombs are another favorite of Miss E's. We lit quite a few, which mixed poorly with my omelet, I must say.
Dark fell and we can see the town's fireworks from our yard. The trees are a lot higher eight years later, but we can still see most of the display. I'm thinking I need to top some trees, though. We rounded up most of the cats, especially the ones that really don't like thunder, and stuffed them in the house. It's a lot harder to round up 9 cats than it ever was to round up 4. The Dude and I sat and watched the entire show, start to finish from our deck, Maralton and Miss E were there for part of it.
And then it was time to pack Miss E off to bed and wrap a remaining few presents for her birthday tomorrow. Eleven years ago, I was having labor pains on the fourth. It was hot, she was overdue by five days, I had no interest in fireworks that year. Born early in the afternoon of the 5th, she was. We've had several days of presents this year and will be low-key compared to years we've put on a show and a huge treasure hunt. And then it's off to New England on Tuesday.