There have been many rainy days, and I’m told more are to come. This morning is perfect. It’s summery, sunny, a little humid, the kind of morning where gardening is a pleasure.
The irises are doing great (except one that has somehow gotten trampled, all the way at the back of the garden bed).
The garden had a late start this year, just like it did last year, but is catching up fast.
Yesterday’s smoked spare ribs came out beautifully–literally falling off the bone. They were well paired with a homemade, from-scratch potato salad (flavored with mustard, mayonnaise, parsley flakes and caraway seeds).
I’ve gotten the hang of BBQ. Not too much wood, and not too much charcoal.