An old-fashioned Independence Day here in New England:
Started the day by smoke-bombing a ground hog tunnel up in the garden behind the raspberry patch. Helped decorate the Common with red/white/blue bunting for the afternoon parade and reading of the Declaration of Independence.
Dug and planted a new spinach and cabbage bed, then enjoyed noon dinner with friends. At 1pm the villagers (costumed 1830s New Englanders) joined on the Common for a procession. Note the order of the procession: the Stars and Stripes, followed by the militia, then the fife and drum band, then the land and business owners, then the workers, then the women, then the cattle. A different time, a different place.
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At the end of the reading of the Declaration, each state's name is called in order of the signers. Lots of huzzah's for each state, as our "modern" visitors indicated where they came from.
Fireworks ended the evening. What a great day - celebrating our opportunity to be responsible, self-directing citizens of a new and independent nation.
T.