Morgan Family Porch of Flame

We all know that the Stadium of Fire fireworks are far better than anything you can by from Macey's or a roadside stand (unless you're lucky enough to live in Wyoming or Oklahoma). Regardless of this well-known fact, the Morgan family carries on the firmly-set tradition of a homespun fireworks show on Grandma's back porch every year.

This year's annual Porch of Flame was emceed by my brother, my husband, and my brother-in-law. I think there is something on the Y chromosome that produces pyromaniac tendencies. The grand introduction was a fountain that spewed several small parachute men in addition to the normal showers of sparks. The execution of this went a little awry as the fountain tipped over on the grass and fired small parachute men on the house, the fence, the graham cracker box, and
(almost) my Aunt Kathy. Luckily there were no casualties, and only the graham cracker box was critically injured. Aunt Kathy was miraculously unscathed.


Dad and I have moved our lawn chairs back after a few close calls with some spinning China blossoms. Porch of Flame was very interactive this year. I'm not sure why Dad is making a kissing face.

Aaron is guarding the artillery with Ben (barely visible in the background).