Now that title might be a little misleading since I regularly post baking recipes but it is in fact in reference to America’s birthday. I recently bought my own slice of the American pie, and despite recent whining about annoying events, I couldn’t be happier. Every single night I can expect hundreds of lightening bugs to dance across my yard and into the cemetery field beyond, and to be dive bombed by very large bats. (I love bats.) I can race my dogs across said field and be left promptly in Samus’ dust, Ozzy and I huffing and puffing and staring at her in disbelief. (That dog is fucking fast!) We’ve had a fire and roasted corn on the cob followed by s’mores while watching fireworks bloom over the cemetery. I sit on our patio and read or drink coffee and just relax with the animals. There hasn’t been time to explore much of the new town yet (other than an amazing ice cream parlor) but that’s okay, because I like just sitting and enjoying my little quarter of an acre of America.
So Happy Birthday America! Your politics might be fucked but I’ll just tend to my little slice of the pie right now and worry about all that later. Today is a day for peaceful existing.