I took very few pictures yesterday at my family’s Independence Day picnic. It was a good time: picnic foods, swimming, baseball, conversations, and a pinata.
With the pinata the usual routine is to start with the youngest family member hitting it with a bat, then proceed upward. This year the pinata (decorated like a pineapple) must have had a few extra layers in it, for instead of giving out in the middle-cousins it lasted through all the cousins, only yielding to Uncle Ned’s Babe Ruth impression.
I’m glad the picnic was on the 2nd, for I’ll be spending the 4th at my field site. Maybe I should take some sparklers and smoke bombs for my firs.