The 4th of July is my favorite holiday. It's nondenominational, nonsectarian, nonreligious, and, in Davis, it's a community celebration. All day long, there's stuff going on—Little League pancake breakfast, softball tournament, the kiddie parade featuring tiny children riding their crepe paper-decorated trikes, the fireworks in the park, and, downtown, the bike club's annual criterium, where I worked this morning from 6 o'clock until 8. After my corner marshaling shift was done, I went to the farmers' market, where I bought tomatoes, basil, nectarines, blackberries, yellow corn, dino kale, curly parsley and what Jim Eldon at Fiddler's Green Farm dubbed "cosmic" carrots:
The inside is a surprise, too:
Walked back downtown, met Stu and Linda for lunch at Bernardo's where we sat outside and watched the women's race while we ate. Then home to listen to the Giants beat the Astros 9-0 (a nice follow-up to last night's 13-zip Giants win) while kind of more-or-less napping. Don't know what I'll do later on; some bike club friends are hosting a Tour de France watching gathering around 8, so I may head over there. Word has it that the fireworks are visible from the end of their street. Or I may just stay home; sometimes, if they shoot them high enough, I can see the fireworks from my deck.
