July 4th, 2005

Fishy Circumstances

Fourth of July Vignettes

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A cascade of white fire rose up from the dark green of the trees, a delicate blossom among the darkening blue of sky. Osceola gave us our first bloom of fireworks as we drove north, the setting sun turning the cloud-touched sky a saturated shade of peach. By the time we were nearing Des Moines, more and more explosions traced our route across the verdant rolling hills. In West Des Moines, caught up in traffic headed for a later fireworks display, mist traced the valleys and rivulets, while a flurry of firey color erupted on either side of us. It was as if our arrival was accompanied by a triumphal procession of fire.

My mother waited on dinner for our arrival, a feast of pork tenderloin, broccoli, roasted tomatoes, coleslaw, and a wonderful rhubarb crisp, one of my favorite desserts. Afterwards, we played with sparklers inamongst the fireflies and stars.