What would Judi do?

Yesterday was a beautiful day so Andrew and I walked around Lake Artemesia.  As we were walking and looking at the leaves, the fish, the lily pads and the like, I couldn't help but remember walking around the Sligo Creek trail with my kids.  I thought about how grateful I am that my kids were little before the time when everyone had a phone, ipad, leapfrog, etc.  I wonder if they're remember the things I do. Like the regular game of tell me what you see in the clouds.  Now, tell me a story about it. Like the game of how many different leaves and different colors can we find?  What shall we make with them?  (We had lots of pretty leaf bookmarks and window decorations.) Like the game of how old is that (fallen) tree?  How high can you count? Like the game of tell me a story. I know I sound judgemental and I really am trying not to be.  But I am glad that my kids grew up with limited screen time and have good imaginations. I miss ...

I love fireworks. No, I mean it.  I LOVE  fireworks.  They blow up in the sky like a big electric flower.  There is no such thing as a bad firework, though some are better than others.  This weekend I got oh so lucky.  Three - count 'em - THREE  - nights of fireworks.  Thank you, Mother Nature, for making Thursday's weather bad enough so some fireworks displays were postponed.  Woo hoo! The first night we went to Greenbelt Park.  I've never seen fireworks there.  They did a nice job!  There were lots of families and even more fireflies.  It was beautiful.  A picnic dinner made for a special evening. The second night was in Laurel.  The Very Good Boyfriend braved the traffic to find a spot for us to watch the fireworks.  There were lots of cars and lots of phone/electric lines but it was still a good time.  They had fireworks in the shape of hearts and smiley faces.  Odd, but as I've said...