Sorry you lost your balloons.
They weren’t mine to begin with. They must’ve floated over from a more patriotic neighbor’s house.
Much quieter than fireworks.
I was so tired that night that I didn’t hear a single firework once I went to bed. I konked right out…zzz.
How lovely that you have so many trees around!
They look nice, catch wayward balloons, give the squirrels a place to live, and dampen the street noise. The only downside is the autumn raking.
Now I know where all the squirrels come from.
In addition to the usual squirrels, this year’s managerie includes a gang of chipmunks, two rabbits, and a deer with a cough.
And discovered just this morning…a house lizard! She ran behind my chair and disappeared.
House lizards are cute, plus they eat the mosquitoes.
That didn’t take us long to get back to where we were five months ago…you leaving cryptic comments and me looking at them from different angles to try to decipher your intended meaning.
Hooray for the internet!
signifier, the fence is a fence, the trees are trees and the red, white and blue balloons are balloons.
But even the simple act of acknowledging the colors of the balloons and in that order signify a patriotic tone or its opposite. Trees, wilderness? And so on, fences = barriers, division, KEEP OUT! but Hey, look! a gate.
All images are gates.
That’s what I thought you meant.
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