On the island it starts as the calendar flips to reveal July’s first day, Canada Day. I took this photo with my new iPhone white, yes!, and I love it. I took this photo after we’d briefly put the kids to bed then woke them up with bowls of hot buttered popcorn and drove to the island’s west side.
Girls, want to see some fireworks tonight from Victoria, British Columbia?
I’m still not really a minivan fan, but our blue ride has three seats in the back that flip for “stadium seating.” We flipped we fit our three pajama-clad firework-fans comfortably squished on our laps beneath blankies.
Comfortably amid a beautiful O Canada sunset with the rear hatch up, comfortably as the sky over our island, our neighboring country slid from pastel to grey to firework’s velvet stage.
No orca whales, but swirling tide, popcorn giggles and a continuation of a ritual we started when our good pals, first island friends introduced us three years ago.
The Strait of Georgia so smooth, almost silent.
Vancouver Island so far, fireworks pin up on black without sound.
Boom, boom, says Olive to each palm tree top, dandelion plum.
Love this tradition of ours, this late-night serene way of starting of an amazing, festive week.
Happy Independence from one shore to another.