|A little red|
And then to form a new colony from nothing? To face hardships, disease, and Native Americans who weren't too happy to have their land taken? Scary.
|A little white|
|And a little blue!|
And they did it anyway. Think about that for a minute, about the courage it took to risk so much. I often contemplate their bravery, their heart, their certainty in their right to govern themselves.
Why did they do it? What singular thing solidified their resolve, and gave them the courage to stand up to the might of Britain?
I know the answer. It was the fruit salad. Those founding fathers tasted all that the New World had given them--strawberries, pineapples, blueberries, bananas, oranges, and grapes. (Yes, I know that pineapples didn't show up until much later--I'm working a metaphor here.) Mixed together in an assortment that predicted what America would become, joined with an elegant orange-lemon-vanilla syrup.
Fruit salad did it. The rest is history. Happy Fourth!