fireworkzzzzzzzzz

chocolate marshmallow?!?!...oh mmmm.

After a full day of celebrating our small town 4th...face painting, swimming, shopping, ice cream, parades, strawberry shortcake at the local Methodist church, food, food, and more food...it was time to go back to the cottage...and start the fire. My mom...a well know sugar freak...bought every kind of candy bar known to man, and every kind of marshmallow too for our smores. I had no idea there were so many kinds of marshmallows, giant ones, star shaped red white and blue ones, chocolate ones, coconut ones... to name a few. Some sat by the fire, and some were inside, half awake...

or half asleep.

and then when the dark crept in we broke out the magic. Morning Glory Sparklers. My kids have never had sparklers...I don't know how they were overlooked for so long, but they marveled at the beauty of color after color of shooting fire as they danced around in front of the lake, deep blue in the moonlight. The photos read like wild paintings...like Pollock's lost renditions of Van Gogh's "Starry Night".

Anduin's grand finale.