We have all heard of our dear flag being referred to as Ol' Glory; today Ol' Blue is doing his part to help represent the color blue on behalf of "Ol' Glory"
We had a lovely Fourth of July Weekend. We went on a picnic Sunday afternoon, with Ol' Blue as our Chauffeur. Just a couple of miles down the road. I took a few pics to share. It was so pretty out. You almost wouldn't know that we are having a terrible drought.
|This little creek is usually a river....|
|The water fall is no longer falling, but a little bit of water still remains at the bottom.|
Look at that lovely sky.
|Love this wonderful old gate. It was a part of an old homestead... the only remaining relic of it in fact.|
I think its a wonderful red.
This is closest to white I could find... got a pic of him today at the parade.... he was enjoying a great cool off, and I could not resist him.
Good ol' truck
The Pueblo West Wet and Dry Parade..... We all agreed in our family that this is the funnest kind of parade of all.
The streets are lined with cars and the people are prepared with Super soakers, water balloons water bazookas, and hoses of all calibers.
Close friends and all of our families relax in bathing suites or shorts and catch up with each other as we wait for the parade to begin.
My Friend Roxy with our Luke with Steve and Barry in the background.
Roxy and her Hubby Danny and their son, daughter in law, and grandsons made everything great fun... especially since Barry (Roxy's son knows how to bring enough water to win the war.
This is Roxy's Grandson... atop the water tank... ready for the big water fight.
The horses are so calm and easy going.
Three cheers for our soldiers.... every one clapped and cheered as they went by.
Amy, and little guys all loaded with their super soakers and hoses, just waiting for those fire trucks to come and start spraying everybody.
|The wet part of the parade is about to begin.... everybody is ready.|
Here come the fire trucks... sirens are blarring.
And then along came this guy... He was hot. His Mama didn't remember about the parade when she started on their walk this morning. She got detoured and so did he. He wanted somebody to spray him down and give him a drink. No problem; he was certainly in the right place.
My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride! From every mountain side, Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love. I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture fills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song. Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our father's God to, Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!