Our Pagan Neighbors
The previous post shows a photo of our back yard. In case you forgot, here it is:
See that hill off in the background? Our downstream neighbor lives at the base of that hill and rumor has it that he is related to the family that operates the fireworks importer across the river. We’re treated to regular fireworks displays (and we’re not talking bottle rockets) that originate in just this area, which in a wonderful bit of luck — happens to fall right outside our big living room windows.
So as I was sitting here just now, poking around the web - I hear the unmistakable sound of small shells exploding outside. Turning around, I’m treated to a lovely display.
An unexpected solstice treat from our pagan neighbors.