Buckle Up, Buttercup . . . .

 

A summer-like meal last night. 

We have a ways to go before we enjoy the full-fledged aspects of summer cooking, but this was a good and tasty start.

Home-grown lettuce for the salad and fresh baked asparagus from our plot which seems to be doing much better this year than last. 

I've picked asparagus twice this week---the other batch went to some friends. 

The first taste of any item fresh from the garden is beyond delightful.  

Hard to go back to store-bought stuff when the garden goodies become available just for the picking. 

Looking forward to more such meals, and next time, maybe some homegrown radishes will add some flavor. 

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We have significant clean-up to do this morning after a wild and woolly few hours of wind yesterday afternoon and evening.

Broken branches and other residue cover two major areas in the lawn. 

Fortunately no downed trees that we know of. 

While playing with Bridie last night, Bill picked up a bunch of branches, only to have more crash to the ground.

As far as rain, we had about 30 drops earlier this morning. 

But the temperature is cooler and comfortable, which is welcome after trying to adjust to 80-plus-degree heat. 

This weather should be nice for the Lost in the '50s, when the buttercups will be blooming in fields and fastening their seatbelts to enjoy rolling through town dozens of times over the weekend. 

Bill and I will be at the Keokee publication party tonight, celebrating today's release of the most recent Sandpoint Magazine. 

After folks have visited at the party on Church Street, we can simply step outside and watch the classic cars come through town in the big parade. 

It's always fun, colorful, nostalgic, lively and, at times, noisy.  

So, it should be a fun evening. 

In other news, grass keeps growing, which is fine in the fields, but when it grows alongside brand new dandelions in the lawn, it's time for another mowing. 

When I mow tomorrow, it will be the third time this week.  Usually, that job tapers off when we move into June. 

And, yes, I noticed last night that it IS buttercup time.  I don't care if they are a weed, just like I don't mind daisies (weeds, too) if they don't get carried away and dominate the pastures. 

They are always wonderful symbols of summer on a farm, and I welcome them every year. 

The seasonal progression continues to be fun. 

Happy Friday. 

Enjoy Lost in the '50s. 

Get your hometown local magazine and go see Jerry Kramer tomorrow at Vanderford's--11 a.m.-1 p.m.

from Panthea

Oscar Wilde

The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood,
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good.