It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy, dusty, delta day......oops, wrong ode. My 4th of July started as a bright and sunny Colorado day and was not nearly as sad and mysterious as as the song that first line is from, "Ode To Billy Joe" most well known, I think, as recorded by Bobbie Gentry in 1967.
As I said, it started out as a beautiful day and I went to a July 4th celebration with my daughters and their families at their swim club. It was all fun and games for a while.....
Floating
Sun bathing
Teenagers being teenagers
Beck trying,
and trying some more to push his dad into the pool.
Then....a few clouds came over which was nice for cooling things off,
until the lifeguards cleared the pool due to lightening.
Within a few minutes everyone was running for shelter from rain, hail and wind.
Sad that it cut the day short and a little mysterious that less than a mile either way from the pool everything was dry, but all good because the weather was fine for fireworks shows later that night.
Definitely not as sad and mysterious as "Ode To Billy Joe."
(And I still don't know why Billy Joe McCallister jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge.)
