Feeling the Flag

I don't know what there is about this time of year, but flying my flag is even more meaningful as the summer days unfold.  I touch up the paint on my red front porch rocking chair every spring.  The red braided rug goes down on above the sandstone steps, and of course a new flag unfurls off the front pillar.  Maybe that's why I am obsessed with our patriotic dish towels.  And apparently so are our customers.   SEE THEM ALL.