It was a weird Fourth of July this year. Kind of like last year, but in different ways. I didn't have the boys and I wasn't at the Cape, all of which were hard for me, and the weather was chilly and very un-Fourth-of-July-like, especially for the first half of the day. I was also bummed about the state of our (once great; still great?) country and where I think it's headed in the not-too-distant future.
But there was a particular highlight of the day, and that was that my mom, my sister Jennifer, and I went to The Wayside Inn and Grist Mill and walked around the vast grounds, which is kind of a Fourth of July family tradition going back to when we moved here in the early 90s. Back then we would have a picnic by the Grist Mill too, but we didn't do that this time because we went between lunch and dinner. Our little excursion to a special place definitely made a bummer of a Fourth a lot better for me!