There’s something right and all well in the world to have a spring meal on the deck of smoked freshly caught trout and local asparagus (and, OK, boxed couscous and wine). A harbinger of a summer of fresh fish and pork and sweet corn and garden tomatoes and cucumbers and bell peppers and zucchini. The simple pleasures of summer in Iowa.
I've recently entered the afterlife of retirement and want to use this blog to record my observations, reflections, reactions, musings, and whatever else might strike my fancy, personal, cultural, political -- nothing, dear reader, you should be interested in or waste your time with. Que scais-je?
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Sunday, June 5, 2011
Simple Pleasures of Iowa
There’s something right and all well in the world to have a spring meal on the deck of smoked freshly caught trout and local asparagus (and, OK, boxed couscous and wine). A harbinger of a summer of fresh fish and pork and sweet corn and garden tomatoes and cucumbers and bell peppers and zucchini. The simple pleasures of summer in Iowa.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Spring
Our first real late-Spring day, 74° and sunny, only a breeze, first morning walk in shorts and t-shirt, children out playing, dogs barking, doors and windows open, grills cleaned, pork loins on the smoker, eating on the deck, two rose-breasted grosbeaks at the feeder (first time), the sun setting, the promise of summer.
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