It's almost the Fourth of July, Independence Day, here in the United States. A huge patriotic celebration for the whole country -- as well as for me.
You see, I was born on the Fifth of July, and, as a young girl, got called such endearing nicknames as "Burnt Out Firecracker". When I was little, I ALWAYS thought the Fourth of July fireworks were for my birthday. We can be so naive as little kids, eh?
Oh my. That certainly was a deviation from the true meaning of the Fourth of July. Sorry!
Every once in awhile I am moved to create something patriotic, meaning something red, white and blue, and often involving stars.