Cotton, Canning Jars and Waving Flags

It has been a quiet weekend, 

one that I've needed badly.

I had intended to paint, clean, unpack. 

Instead, I've done very little. 

I did hang some pictures in my boy's room. 

I'm doing a nautical room.

My photos will not download. 

Again, computer issues.

This is as close to Americana as I could do this year. 

Picking cotton and canning is definitely an American pasttime.

Mr. H will be grilling ribs and smoking a Boston Butt tomorrow.

I just found out today that no one around here calls the pig a "Boston Butt."

It's just BBQ, brisket or pulled pork.

This is one of the homes we saw on our tour around Beaufort, SC.

I'll be sharing more in a few days. 

A waving American flag and the Star, Spangled Banner

always brings me tears and chill bumps.

Tomorrow we are chilling it with Mr. H grilling it. 

Since I tend to get all stressed about having everything perfect

and creating a big event which normally brings on panic and mania, 

we have told the kids to come when they want, bring what they want,

and we'll have what we want.  

I have children who are polar extremes. 

One wants everything prompt and right on time, everything organized 

and the other is a little/much/too laid back.

They drive each other crazy.  I have this horrible fear 

that these difference will one day divide them. 

I guess I am living my own reality with family.

That's the little bit of the stress that has come with living here. 

Tomorrow is a step in learning to relax. 

Thanking God for the freedoms we enjoy daily.

Bonnie:)

BTW, Tennessee loves fireworks. Our neighbors put on a big show!

It was nearly professional!