Every year on New Year’s eve, I wish for rain so that people won’t be able to light firecrackers. I love fireworks but not firecrackers. I got my wish last New Year’s eve. It rained and the lawn was drenched. That was after Speedy had it trimmed and after he arranged the table and chairs under the mango tree and asked me for a tablecloth. Ever since we moved to this house, we’ve always greeted the new year from the garden. Well, except in 2008 when it rained non-stop from morning ’till midnight and we had to move our garden party indoors.
So, New Year’s eve 2014 was the second time that I got my wish. As a result, instead of watching the fireworks display from the very wet lawn, we watched from the second floor balcony. The downside? Trees, rooftops and cables obstructed our view. The upside? We had an almost 180-degree view of fireworks display.
Sam took photos.
The palm trees added an interesting touch to some of the photos — like they were screaming fireworks in suburbia!
Sam didn’t seem to mind the posts and cables.
Personally, I wish all the cables were underground. But that probably wouldn’t happen in my lifetime in our corner of suburbia.