Thanks to the fireworks ban in all of Colorado, this was the first year we have not have gunshot sounds reverberating around the neighborhood for the entire week leading up to the 4th, or on the 4th. I was amazed. It seems even the fireworks obsessed around here understand what one stray spark can do to the entire neighborhood.
Sammi and I had a mother'daughter lunch up at Echo Lake Lodge, under cloudly skies, which made it about 68° at lunchtime, compared to the 90° down in Denver.
We watched the hummingbirds out the window.
And enjoyed the bunting splashed everywhere, including the bronze rams. And debated over which piece of pie to split after lunch.
We went with butterscotch.
On the way back, we stopped in at the stream.
The wildflowers are early this year, thanks to the warm winter, but only those near a water source seem to do doing well.
The water was still ice cold.
And past that, Sammi spotted Mr. Fox. We pulled over and he hopped up, we assumed, about to run for the woods.
Instead, he trotted over to us and posed.
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