My flag is a little faded. It has been projecting out from its bracket on the front porch for years but is still in remarkably good shape for such an old piece of cloth. The colors aren’t as vivid as they once were, but it doesn’t have any holes and is wearing its age well. I hung the flag there because the brown log exterior of the house needed a little color. So I painted the front door and porch swing red, added a few green window frames and hung my flag from the shaded front porch. The flag gives dignity to the patriotic Christmas gingerbread house motif that is the end result of my misguided decorating. I spend far too many evenings sitting in my red swing watching the coordinating flag catch an occasional breeze. It is a beautiful flag. It inspires and reminds me of the remarkable achievements of a country that is occasionally as misguided as my decorating.
