But, sadly, it wasn't quite flashy enough to suit me.
When The Yard Man returned home from his horse-related event, celebrations were still going on. We had a chance to go and watch fireworks in honor of The Fourth*.
"Watch," being the operative word here, Viewer Dear.
*Sixth of July fireworks. In a field, about a mile from the thronging multitudes who were watching up close. I rather enjoyed this small loving crowd, of which we and two friends were a part, groping for spots to throw blankets and set up chairs in the shaggy grass.