From our humble backyard space, it’s usually possible to look towards the west and get a first-person weather report. But on this particular day, that picture was a little more telling. The sky wouldn’t harbor any lingering secrets, and now…
Spoiler Alert: Contrary to advertising claims and sales pitches, you can’t save time. You can’t make more of it either, and you surely can’t buy it, because it just keeps ticking, no matter what is going on around you. And…
Perched pitside, daydreaming through wisps of hickory smoke ribboning out of the vents of the trusty old Weber, I was reminded that the world does not stop for anyone. Spring has sprung, the trees are popping, greenery is sprouting and…
It was a good day, you know, being able to mosey around the yard without fighting the ice, snow, or slush at your feet. The sun is slowly making longer shadows, which I take as a backhanded invitation to stay…
That little difference in the breeze is back, and noticeable, I might add. It’s like a subtle whisper over your shoulder, letting you know that the seasons are in transition. The traditional flavors of the Fall raise up and demand…
Ah but there’s good news today! The weather may have finally broken a bit, and there is a good chance we may have a fall season after all. But our extended summer hasn’t deterred those that thrive on this time…
Any lingering doubts have been pushed to the side and run over like a door greeter at a Black Friday sale. Fall has arrived, apparently bringing the start of winter along for the ride. And as is usually the case, accompanying…
I had to at least try. This little beauty was just waiting to be used, especially after painstakingly disassembling and seasoning it to its original cast iron glory. And today, with a gorgeous sky, mild temperature, and just a…
The shadows followed me around the yard, as if they were intent on knowing what I was doing at every single moment. That was a good sign. It meant that the sun was out, strong, and finally warming the surroundings…
The skies were angry that day, my friend. And blustery. Very blustery. Winnie-The-Pooh type blustery. Sometimes the seasons slide in the back door, barely noticeable in their arrival. Sometimes, as on this day, they ride in on dramatic, cloud formed…
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