Nor do I have to drive hours to the beach and rent a chaise and umbrella with the other basking sardines. Instead, I spent part of my Fourth at my private Tuscan beach, feet in the water, reading and sipping between the spearmint (left) and the watercress (right) in that shade of a lovely willow tree.
Technically, it's a spring catchment, but I call it, The Nymphaeum (after the grottos or shrines the ancient Romans dedicated to water nymphs inhabiting springs). It's a rare place in this desert part of Tuscany that has cool fresh water springing from the ground. Who am I to say it isn't enchanted?