All is well in the little cabin in the holler. A hot and lazy Fouth of July with the buzzing bees and the blowing breezes and the gurgling swamp monsters in the nearby pond. No communal fireworks display tonight in this neck ‘o the nowhere woods! So we had to go buy our own like true rednecks and set ’em off ourselves in the back forty… Mmmm pretty sparkles. !(*)!