Fire Works

When I was younger, Victoria Day Weekend always marked the beginning of the camping season - loading up the car with friends (before husbands, let alone kids!!) and driving north. Somehow now I feel too old for camping in the cold and wet which often comes this weekend, so we have adopted a new tradition. For the past few years we have hosted a neighbourhood fire works party. Pizza ordered for dinner, lots of snack food for the kids, dozens of sparklers, and staying up way past bed time to watch the fireworks. I love being curled up in blankets on the deck, watching the lights and hearing the ooooohs and ahhhhhhs (and the inevitable jokes about singed eyebrows) from the crowd. What a great way to spend an evening with neighbours who have become such good friends.