Monday is the 4th of July. Our plans this year were simple. We would ditch our yearly party in favor of a fun quiet day off. Maybe go to someone else's party for a switch.
No frantic weeding, mowing, cooking, cleaning, prettying everything up and then at midnight taking down tents, rinsing out recycling, reloading the dishwasher, hunting feverishly for one forgotten slice of blueberry pie.
Just a nice day at home, a shower and showing up somewhere to be entertained. But......the pregnant sister in law wants to come over, they can't grill on their condo's terrace,she mentioned bringing brats and German potato salad. Just family she said. Who says no to family and sausage?
The Major and A. want to join in the fun, no problem, they live across the street. Family by proximity? And A. makes a kick ass basil lemonade. We're up to 6 now.
Oops, I just got a call from our garden mentors, Geoff and Chuck from the farm. They want to come and they'll bring a blueberry pie baked with their own blueberries, and farm fresh eggs, maybe a tomato or two. What can you say but "6:30 or 7:00 sound good"?
If they're baking they must be family, right?
But that is it folks. For real. 8 people. No more.
Unless one of you are going to be in town. Then all bets are off and we'll resume the feverish weeding, mowing, watering, cooking, cleaning.
Because for sure you are family. Let me know what you'll be bringing. Ok?