Who doesn't like fireworks? (Well, besides my husband who 'has to' clean up all the little papers that fall in our yard). He stayed in the city babysitting the house and we were at the beach. The town fireworks display on July 3 was not good at all because of all the clouds and fog. To be honest, I am not quite sure why they even bothered to go ahead rather than postpone the fireworks until a better evening.
On July 4, the beaches were packed, neighborhoods were bustling with cars full of guests for barbecues and as soon as the darkness fell, fireworks were exploding all around us. There were so many being set off, we didn't know where to look first.
There was only one close call near us. The house across the street lit one of those big boomers that shot straight up and then exploded into a big flash of color, but the canister tipped over and the firework first hit a tree, then exploded on the fence of the house next to me. Luckily there was no damage and the neighbors weren't home!
|epic fail! - this one got loose and almost hit a house!|